My story is so simple, yet so complicated. Just like everything in life. I don't feel that I have anything special to give to the world, but I know I have something to give, so I'm trying to figure out what it is. I'm at that stage in life where I'm figuring out a lot of things. There are some that I've already figured out, like the fact that I am a bisexual and that I have gotten over my major depression,but I still have chronic depression, but there are many more.

My passion for writing came to me quite late in my life. I was 12 when I wrote my first story. Yet I've never felt that the age at which you write your fist story defines your talent as a writer. So it really doesn't matter that I haven't been writing since I was 5 - I've been playing the piano since that age, however. Since I started learning how to read, books have defined my life. They have helped me grow as a person, they have provided comfort in times of struggle and have been a constant in my life. As a small girl, the most definign book for me was "Matilda" by Roald Dahl. As I grew up, "Harry Potter" took over. At 13, when I had my first period, I read a book (whose title I sadly don't rember) that helped me get over my confusion. It was also at 13 when I was told I suffered from major depression, and yet again I seeked answeres and help in books. I learned to accept my sexuality and who I am with the help of many different book characters. My teenage years have been defined by "The Perks of being a Wallflower", which I have re-read over 10 times. 

Music is also a big part of my life. Right now, the moments when I don't listen to music are rare. My passion started when I was really young. At the age of 5 I went to my first piano lesson, and a year later to my first ballet lesson. I did ballet until I was 9, when my teacher changed and I hated the new one too much to stay in her class. Sice then, I have tried a variety of types of dances. I have also learned how to play the guitar.