these people are wonderful but they are not like me and i find myself fleeing as soon as they leave because when i am with them i have no idea who i am.
A writer's adventures in the real world
"I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still."- Sylvia Plath
like thalassic velvet
a mixed feeling of happiness while being sad
writing isn't what I do; it's who I am.