"If there ever comes a day when we can't be together, Keep me in your heart,I'll stay there forever."

I was born on the eve of June 28th of the year Nineteen Ninety Five, the second daughter and third child to two devoted parents. I grew up in Middle Tennessee on a large, spacious farm. Everyday was an adventure -- I had my own personal 100 Acre Woods, literally, and I made use of it. I was an active child, spending my days making my own adventures in the woods with my dear friends, whom all happened to be animals. I played Baseball, Soccer, Basketball, Tennis, and a few other things -- writing and school work and art barely crossed my mind. Things changed when I was ten though. My mother passed away, taken far too soon by Cervical Cancer. For the most part, I handled it alright. I was the rock, only crumbling in the darkness of my own sollitude. I withdrew into myself bit by bit, that once Outgoing and active girl fading into the shadows and in her place came a girl so nervous and shy, she barely spoke to anyone anymore. I became depressed and withdrawn, anxiety spouting up and thoughts taking a turn for the worst. I delved into the world of self hate and self mutilation -- I lived in that world for the past 8 or so years. Where once I was a 'Daddy's Girl,' I could barely speak to him without it resulting in a fight anymore. I turned to art as my release soon after her death, focusing on the words within my very being as opposed to all the other feelings. I wrote for hours and hours, struggling to finally finish a story but never quite making it. I had too many thoughts, too many things to get out -- they all jumbled together and where once one idea stood apart from the rest, within minutes another had taken it's place.

Through the years, I've gone from not being able to write for some odd months, to barely stopping myself from writing something every minute. After Highschool and a few failed relationships, writing took a seat on the backburner, college came there after and that leads me to where I am now. I have a wonderful, dear companion named Roo who is my heart and soul and without her and her perfect little Radar ears, I don't know if I'd make it through the day. I'm getting back into the world of literature, and trying to decide what I'd like to do, because Criminal Justice just isn't working out. I'm thinking maybe a Dog Trainer, but who knows. Either way, Life is still hectic and things can get crazy -- but I have my little Kanga-Roo to push me through, and so while some days may be crazy, I can lift my head and trek on through it.