Every time I write something about myself it changes. One day I think I know everything there is to know about me, and the next day it turns out I know nothing. So the truth is there isn’t much to know about me. I am happy, I have a job, and I love to write.
I guess the only thing you really need to know, is that I am always changing, no one will ever truly get to know me, because every day is new, and every day I am different. Every day I grow into the person I am supposed to become, I just have no idea who that is yet.