I am a writer. Who doesn't write. Can anyone say oxymoron?
This is ridiculous. It's pathetic. I am the busiest human on the planet. I am a full time student- part time college- part time high school. I am a personal assistant for a child with autism. I am a daughter. A sister. A girlfriend. A SOFTBALL PLAYER. And a writer.
A writer.
A writer.
A writer.
I've been toying with the idea of reinventing my blog and changing it into a place where no one will be able to find me. I would just be another name in cyberspace who floats evasively in and out of the web. In some ways I want to disappear and leave all of the pain and excitement this blog has held for me. I don't want all of you to connect that starstruck girl of a year ago with the jaded person I am today. I want to shut the door on time and not carry any of myself into the future. But in the arms of the one I love, I came to realize that to forget the past would be to forget myself and with that, all of my dreams and aspirations, the things that make me human. No doubt I've have my fare share of FML moments, but those moments are past. This is present and I am a genuinely happy, satisfied, confident person. I am blessed. Simply put, those FML moments should never happen to anyone else, and if all I can do at this point is admit that simple fact, why then I believe that I have completed the first step to looking into the mirror and seeing not the scars left by others, but realizing the person I want to become. And so, Dear Readers, we now get to continue on in this merciless journey called life, through the joy and the tears, the chaos and the ungodly silences, together. Me and You, Babe.
