I'm me. I'm true to myself, and that's all that matters. At least, that's all that should matter, even if the rest of the world doesn't see it the same way.

The bedrock I once stood on is falling away, leaving me alone in the shifting sands. I stand in these sands unnoticed, unwanted, uncared for, unloved and utterly alone. A friend is there as a sturdy shoulder to lean on, but at the end of the day you miss the arms that once held you tight as you fell asleep.  I am unnoticed no more, the sands continue to shift, but I've moved to higher ground, and found that there I am not alone.

I tend to speak louder when I am upset or frustrated, and I do not like confrontation at all. One way that helps me to figure things out is to write, to help me remember and to relax. This is why I write. To know that I am not alone, that others have felt my pain, my joy, my laughter and tears. Even if they are just words, they have power, and are a driving force in my life, even if those who I would have read my work will never know it was written. I'm not very good with getting things out with the spoken word, and writing it down helps me to figure it out, and stops me from saying the wrong thing.

I am a plant geek, the little unnoticed freshman horticultural student.  I love being outside, with any reason to get shamlessly dirty, and alot of my writing takes it's images from nature. I tend to also use the words " a lot " as the single word "alot", and I have always done so. I read much more than is healthy for me. People who do not know me very well tend to see me as quiet, shy and maybe even a little snobish because I don't talk to many people, but my real friends know that this is all a load of crap. I am a bright, energetic, androgenous, messy lesbian. I talk a little too much sometimes, but there are still many times where I am indeed almost painfully shy, like when I'm in situations where there are people I don't know.

I love love stories. My personal "quest" is to find a realistic love story, that could ACTALLY happen in real life today, that does not end in tragedy (I was recently told that I was using the word "vendetta" in the wrong context, so it is now a quest instead). Romeo and Juliet are glorious and all, but they die, and my own personal love story doesn't turn out as beautiful as I would have hoped (I'll write it all down one day...). Any leads and drop me a line, PLEASE! Pride and Prejudice doesn't count cause Jane Austen only gave her characters their heart's desires because her love life sucked. LGBT love stories would make me happiest, but normal love stoies would be fantastic too.

"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." -E.A. Poe