My name is Laurel

I'm not from around here, and I don't fare well socially. My story is filled with twists and turns, as well as some rather frightening bits.

What are our lives worth? What are these little moments; the lines we read, we write, worth? And who are we as people, as individuals. Who we are as a group.

I have begun to ramble, apologies. My stories have far more meaning than I do.

Thank you for reading, thank you for commenting and engaging, and thank you for being you most of all. 

~Laurel