Who am I?
That is something even I am still trying to figure out. 
I'm the girl who spends the majority of her vast and boring days sitting at home trying to discover what she is missing.  Discovering has proven to be the easy part, while excepting the inevitable is always the hardest.
I'm the girl who is too wise for her own good, and yet I still yearn for something that seems to be so simple. I imagine a life I can only dream of, and dream of it I do. 
All hours of my days consumed by the thoughts of what life could be, and what I think I deserve to get out of it. Things that could only be imaginable to the rich and well liked. 
So I write.