23, dreamer, and a writer to those who read between the lines.

My name's Alfredo, and I'm not typically the one to go on and on about myself. I lived a life of love and hate, regret and angst, and both on the outside looking and the inside looking out. I don't let my past define my future, and my opportunities are infinite! 

Each bit of writing I do relates back to me, my stores tell the days where I had no voice and couldn't speak up for myself. My writings aren't solely words on paper, they're pieces and parts of what made me, well, me.