I like macabre and angst in my stories!
But happy stories can warm your heart in ways you didn't realize.
I enjoy co-ops and collabs.
I am a proud artist, and struggle as a writer.
I enjoy stargazing in cold weather with no jacket.
I enjoy swimming at night while it's snowing.
I love winter and snow.
In autumn I watch the leaves fall in the forest and feel mellow.
I pick worms off the asphalt and place them back in the grass after it rains.
I'm probably the oddest person you'll run into, or atleast one of the most random.
I am told I have beautiful, sad eyes.
My lack of emotion and caring would scare me, if I could feel it.
I'm looking for thrills to make me feel.
Looking for excitement to make me feel my life has a better purpose.
I cannot stand for others to be hurt emotionally, physically or mentally.
Goodbyes are my downfall.
I hate apologies to or from.
I am currently stuck between wanting to be an EMT and trying to discover if I actually want to be the government puppet I signed to be.
I am a member of the U.S. Navy, a member of the intelligence. Most fics will be put on hold when I go to bootcamp, which, ironically, is the day before my birthday. (April 3rd, leave date.) Hopefully all fics will be done by that time. And I will have a better understanding of what it means to be a soldier and assist in war.
I am going to try to be an HM corpman and run with marines. (Medic) So I will know what it is like to have a bullseye on my helmet. I didn't join the military to fight, I joined to save lives. Save your peace talks and sympathy for my choice in life.
Medicine/healing is my life, my passion, my call. The only thing that makes me feel hope.
Reviews are welcome. Comments are welcome. Critisizm is welcome.
Friends are appreciated and respected.
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