An 8 year old worn down in a 24 year old's body. With a love for life, visual eye candy, awe inspiring rhythmic sound waves, tantalizing day dreams, and spontaneous adventures...I give you me.
I keep meaning to write an entry here. Twice I've tried about different things but both entries will most likely stay drafts forever. There is either nothing to write about or too much to write about. I used to love writing. I would write all the time growing up. There were always stories and adventures going on in my head that just craved to come out. Conversations with characters who only existed in my mind kept that mind very busy. Really, the only way to feel sane and relaxed was to write everything down. That way the characters, places, and story lines still existed and it gave my thoughts a rest. I think writing then was much easier. Maybe I'm out of practice.