I'm really not all that interesting. All you really need to know is that if there's one thing I love in this world, its books. I was literally the only one in my whole kindergarten class who knew how to read, so I guess you could say that I've been reading since I learned how. Spoken poetry, poems, novels, tragic romance, fantasy, and so many other genres of reading... They're all my favorite. I don't know why or how but there's a way that words weave together, dance together, that just seems beautiful. 

          Now, I could tell you about how my favorite color is green and my favorite movie is Braveheart because i wasn't ever allowed to watch movies like Aladdin or The Little Mermaid as a kid, and instead I watched action movies with my Dad. I could tell you how desperately I want my life to be something special, but I'm terrified that all it will ever be is a melodramatic, low-budget soap opera that goes on and on. I could tell you that I've never been officially diagnosed with it, but if I could write prescriptions, I'd have myself on a couple of anti-depressants. I could tell you how I'm so confused with all of the theories of life and death, and somehow, that's okay, because I don't think anyone will ever know the whole truth. I could tell you how even with all of that, I still want to become a psychologist just so I can figure myself and the rest of the world out, even though I know the probabilities of that actually happening.

          But, I won't tell you any of that because this is just a website where I have come to write and nothing else, because why would anyone care about my life. I mean, be honest with yourself. Do you even know why you're wasting your time reading this when you could be reading a story?