So I guess this is where I tell a bunch of people who I am. I could make up the whole damn thing if I wanted to, couldn't I? I could say i'm 18, live in NY, party all the time, with my amazing boyfriend, etc. etc. etc. But, people, truth is, I'm just 15 and crazy. I live in a house in the middle of nowhere with a family that sometimes pisses me off. I've been heartbroken, been the heartbreaker, swore I was in love and had nights where I cried myself to sleep. I've had my future laid out in front of me, then realized soccer was my Dad's dream, not mine. Ive been built up, torn down, and recovering. Sometimes I look back so afraid I'm not and never will be worth anything. But I'm here. A body behind my name so I thought I might put some words out into the world and see if they're worth reading.