3/13/12

I started writing here at the age of 15, a mere freshman in High School who thought she knew everything about life. I wrote down plots that I thought were realistic, that I thought would happen to me, that I thought everyone was a part of.

Now, 6 years later I realize that I was escaping. I was living vicariously through my characters to compensate for my fear of taking risks.

I realize now that no matter how well you write things down, it's not the same as living them. And the adventures you have in your life aren't easily translated to paper. They're too vivid, too alive, too colorful to be minimized to a simple black and white paragraph.

Thank you for everyone who stuck with me through this adventure of my life, I'm sorry there are stories left untold here, but I hope you understand. Every now and then I come back here just to remember how much I loved writing and a major part of it was you guys. You honestly got me through many summers and weekend holed up in my room.