My name is Cassandra, or Cassie, or whatever you want to call me really. Just try not to be too mean about it. 

My mother is Cuban and my dad is... white, all kinds of white, but I guess that's just the typical American.

I have bipolar disorder and I live the very troubled lifestyle of a codependent. I wear my problems like a war veteran with a Purple Heart. My past is full of battle scars, but I try not to let it paralyze me. 

I want nothing more than to help others find happiness, or some sense of relief. Lord knows everyone is in some need of relief. I want to be a therapist; I'm essentially everyone's shrink already.

My zodiac sign is Virgo. I don't believe in that daily horoscope shit, but the characteristics of the Virginia just too spot on for me. Analytical, nurturing, but critical. However, I'm more of a self-critic. 

Writing had always been a guilty pleasure. Guilty, because it was bad for me. I became obsessed with sadness, addicted even. I stopped writing for a while now, but I am itching to go back, to let go of my fear of getting lost in it all over again.