My life. What I do is my life. I draw out my emotions and put them on paper. I draw. I write. I read for inspiration. I dream for more. My pale bright life leaps for intrigue. I want to keep writing but my thoughts spill out and so my hand doesn’t know what to do. My story carries on, but I don’t know if it makes sense. Should I let others read the story or just let it sit on the computer for the rest of its life? I just want to scream, but I just let it go. I draw, I write, I read, I dream and I want. I’m finished but still incomplete. What am I missing? I still go to school, so I have to learn something. Is this what I have to learn from experience or something that can be taught?  I hear ticking and clicking, but no voice in my head telling me what to do. Am I alone or are there others like me? Am I doomed to be incomplete so I always have to learn?  Maybe that’s it; no one will ever be complete. We are all doomed forever. I can relax my brain now.

I love to create. I am a kind soul. I'm fine with feed back that helps me improve my work. I love to read and write. I also love to draw. People usually  come to me for help. I am always willing to learn. I enjoy walking to the library and listening to music. I always try to know my characters before I put them in my stories. 

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