Sometimes, I write. 
And then I go and cry in a corner because I realize how hopeless I am at writing. True story.

Nevertheless, no matter how many times I try to stop writing and push it away, choosing instead to focus my time on more important matters, it always, always comes back. I can never seem to get rid of it. This writing thing. 

I believe that writing is like solving a puzzle. There are all these words, and then there are all these emotions, and stories, wanting to be expressed, wanting to break free from the restraints that bind it to obscurity. And it is the writer's duty to put the words together and form the key that unlocks the chains and set the stories free. It might sound a little cheesy, put hey, pizza's cheesy and everyone loves pizza.

With this I end my little biography. Go forth, fellow comrades, and unleash the power of the mighty pizza! I mean pen. No wait- I mean wor- oh forget it. 

-Anna