23 years old writer, roleplayer, mother.

I am who I am. I've been labeled weird, mean, sarcastic, blunt, harsh, eccentric, artistic, indie, intelligent, annoying, addictive and a bunch of other things that may or may not be true. I'm into a lot of things people don't understand like psychology, forensics, and British comedy. I live in Arizona and I'm stuck here for now. My life is consumed with writing, music, reading, my husband, my friends, art and the like. I'm usually busy. So if we lose contact, it's nothing personal. It doesn't mean I don't care. We'll find each other again eventually.

I'm not emo, nor do I pretend to be. I like life and I'm too selfish to slit my wrists and call it quits. I've learned from every experience I've gone through and I wouldn't take any of it back for the world.

I'm writing a novel. I've been working on it since 2005. It's about a sociopathic serial killer in the early 1900's. It's not like Jack the Ripper and it's not like Patrick Bateman. His name is Julian. You will love him. I'm also participating in NANO this year, working on a sequel of sorts to it.