Who I Am (Listening to: Dog Problems, The Format)

I have no idea yet.

My life began before I got this blog, so I guess if you're reading, you've started in the middle. I may fill you in as I go, but the stories take too long for me to tell you all of them. Besides, how can I show you who I am in writing?

I am an artist. My painting and drawing is what saves me. Recently I've started working with photography, mainly using a Holga (a low-tech plastic camera prone to light-leaks which produces slightly warped, very dreamlike photos). My writing is a quick fix for a problem that only drawing or painting can completely heal. My friends are the most important people to me, but due to recent occurrences I can't even trust them all the way anymore. It's pretty screwed up.

I tend to be bitter about this sort of thing.

I've only been in a relationship twice in my life, and it was with the same guy. Another pretty screwed up situation.

Another thing I tend to be bitter about.
My feelings extend to nostalgia and sentimentality on this particular subject.



This is important: I don't want anyone I know to read this, ever. I've shared some of my writing, which I haven't posted here yet, with a few friends, but this is going to be less censored, I guess. This is everything, this is me. And even though you are starting in the middle of my story, the view you will get will be more complete than any of theirs. I don't need anyone to read this. I just need to send these pieces of my life out into the world.