Author. Poet. Artist. 

Author.
I've been writing since I was ten. I've only finished one novel so far. I'll be posting that here. I figured since I may never get published actually, I might as well half-way live my dream and publish what I can do for others to see.

Poet.
I don't really think I'm much of a poet. Just doddle in things. I think some are good. But I'll never know unless someone tells me, right? That's where you come in. Helpful and constructive criticism is welcomed on everything.

Artist. 
I can't exactly post anything about art on here I think. But if anyone is interested, I'll post links to places where I can post pictures of my art. I don't know, I'm just tired of keeping all of this locked up, and I want to show it off.

Me.
This is what I do to get away. To escape. I show my feelings through how I create, be that through words or my hands. I'm passionate about what I do, and I'm tired of letting it just sit on my computer unshared. And...like I said earlier: I'm probably never getting publish. Well, actually published. Unless I catch a lucky break.

I'm not that well off. I go to an expensive, private, baptist affiliated university in East Tennessee. I'm 19. I'm pansexual. I guess I'm a universalist Christian. Whatever the hell that is. And I cuss like a sailor. I'm in love with my best friend and I can't really tell anyone because she's the only one that gets me and like I could really tell her. I think I'm depressed. All I know is there is a whirlwind inside of my head and it keeps drowning everything out, even writing. But I still want to write, even though I have no idea what to put down. I guess I thought if I had someone actually reading what I do, it won't all be cooped up in one place and I can get...better.

So, I have no means and no chance to actually get published. And I'm too impatient to wait until I'm 45-50 to get a break. My ideas are here and they are now. I just hope that they are as good as I think they are. I am only human.