Welcome all!

Well I was originally born in Richmond, Virginia, where I lived happily in the urban area. My family visited a lot of ranches back then, due to the fact that most of my family owned, and still do, ranches. You could say that I grew up watching my own version of Harvest Moon :) Sadly, at the age of eight, I had to move up to the cold state of Colorado, as to have an easier time with my father's job. I was scared and curious of the new land around me, welcoming nothing to be close to me. Thus, I trapped myself in a shell of imagination, not permitting myself to enjoy my new home or the people around me. My parents were concerned, yet at the same time they were too busy to notice. They had to care for their jobs and my younger brother, so I was left to fend for myself. At one point I tried to gain some friends, which sort of worked. I was picked on and left to simmer in my despair. Some people I did stay close to, seeing as they were the closest things I had to friends. They still made fun of me, giving depth to my anger at the new location, but I stayed strong. I will admit that I did crack a few times, crying and screaming at them, but it helped me a lot. They started to understand my pain and became the people who were most dear to me. Now, at the cursed age of 13, I have many friends, only some that are close. My temper still remains, and I will say that it doesn't get me far in life, and I grew accustomed to a sharp mouth. I'm intimidating and shy when people first meet me, and it won't take a lot for me to decide how I'm going to act around you. In translation: don't become my enemy. When you do succeed to become a friend to me, you will realize that I'm a very mature person for my age. I may not be a straight A student, or someone who is a know-it-all, but I'm intellectual and book-smart. I have my own way of thinking of things, and that is how I'm able to get through life. People are able to confess their heart's woes to me, as I am able to understand and provide the shoulder to cry on with my ability to care. That's where my writing comes in. I have been the person people come to for compassion for a long time, despite my disadvantage. It built up on me, making the old depression come back. I lost my composure a lot of the time, making some of the biggest mistakes in my life. I started having dreams and nightmares, haunting me everywhere I went. One friend of mine, Jessica, who I hold very dear to my heart, was amazing at listening to me. I was given a journal from my mother, which gave me an idea to write my dreams down. I filled the pages with some of the most beautifully horrific words I have ever written, of which no one has seen, and I then realized that the pen and keyboard was where my heart lay. Writing became my life, thinking of story ideas with many of my other writing friends to keep my happiness alive. The depression that once consumed me hasn't come back in awhile, but I fear that it might, as the dreams come more frequent. My writing may not be the best people have ever read, but I'm still learning, and my attitude won't bring me down :)

I know that this sounds like I'm an emo child and someone with major problems (well... some problems), but that was just me describing my life in a nutshell. I am a lot more fun to role play with and talk to than my life may seen :D

Note: I will probably do more reviews than stories. I'm more of an Original Story writer instead of Fan Fiction, but I will have some FanFics :)