"The reason that fiction is more interesting than any other form of literature, to those who really like to study people, is that in fiction the author can really tell the truth without humiliating himself." 
— Eleanor Roosevelt

My name is Trish.

I often have so many ideas floating around in my head that it's difficult to get them down on paper. I can only hope someone can help me with this someday.

I hope you enjoy them, and if you'd like, you can send me a private message and tell me why you do or don't or ask me what my favorite ice cream is. Whatever you want to know, I'll answer.

In my world, there is no such thing as “happily ever after.” For all the love around me, I can only feel so much. For all the good work I do, the urge to hate myself persists. And as close as I have come to happiness—time and time again—I always end up alone.