There are so many things on my mind that I want to put down on paper, yet when I reach for the pen or place my hand on the keyboard nothing comes out. There is so much inside that wants to be let out and I'm afraid that the creative part of me no longer exists. The once quiet girl with the most amazing imagination and dreams had died a long time ago and in replacement there is the outgoing flirty woman you see today. Though the person I have become I love and wouldn't change, I miss the old parts of me that I unconsciously put in a box and shelved it.

I miss the pencil and coiled sketchbook I would carry around me all day

I miss the lined paper that contained my imagination through a story

I miss the dreams and the hopeful wishes

I just hope that death was not the result of my creativity, but that it is just dormant waiting for me to find it again like an old toy that slipped away under the bed.

So I've had this blog for years (and when I say years I mean YEARS) and now I've finally decided to actually use it. It doesn't matter if anyone actually read it and comments on it (though it would still be pretty cool as long as it wasn't just to purely insult me and try and bring me down lol), for the most part this blog is goign to be for me and a place to get me out there and express me. So here we go...!