I’m not all that fantastic at writing about me. My focus is not generally on me….I am a unique, strange, hurt, bitter, happy, lovable, sweet, patient, kind, withdrawn, cold, closed, sharing, passionate, a hot mess wonder of this world! I’m lost then found every time I write. It helps me heal, its my way of expressing what I don’t always know how to show. Without writing, drawing, arting of some sort I am without my soul. It is freedom! I’m not the best, I’m not the worst, I don’t care what I’m not because what I am is pretty ok with me.