I just turned 24 (on the third of June). I exist in this world (although sometimes I think it would be interesting to explore other worlds). I fall somewhere on the Asperger's spectrum (a form of autism), and I can be characterized as having Attention Deficit Disorder. In other words, my life is never boring. Music, food, and writing are three of the places from which I receive joy from life. I have no real spiritual center, so I am nothing if not sensual. I find that life is most fun in that regard. I've been writing since I was about five (even though I could not properly hold a pencil at that age). My writing over the years can be described at various times as amateurish, cute, childish, ambitious, humorous, emotional, psychotic, bizarre, moody, avant garde, experimental, romantic, sexual, poignant, nostalgic, self-indulgent, whimsical, ostentatious, and mature. Ultimately I write to please myself, but I never fail to experience a deep sense of appreciation when others find something moving or endearing in my writings.