I am just another simple complicated frustrated teen...expressing how I feel; nothing major.  If  I find out more about myself; I will kindly share it with the webook world.

I can't say I am famous, so I won't claim it. The truth of the matter is I am a 19 year old young lady who loves to write. My main focus is writing poetry and stories(long or short) . I am pretty sure I started writing when I was 12 years old. My first real finished story had me happy and scared all at once! I was happy because I really wanted to share what I had written to my mother and father. But at the same moment I was scared, "what will they think of my story?". Shortly after I got over my fear, I let them read my story. Notice how I said "let them read". Me being me it was impossible to get over my fear. Anyways mama and papa read my story, and the both of them actually enjoyed my crazy story. It was a short story, but it was mine I wrote it. So I guess I was happy. What I realize now is, why wouldn’t they?...their my parents. A young girls first story is surely something both should be proud of.

As time continued on I started writing more and more. On the computer, in my notebooks, journals...Whatever. Everyone noticed that I loved writing, so one bright person brought me a tiny little notebook. It was so I can stay organized. I really appreciated it. So as time progressed I suddenly started writing raps and songs. I thought I was a rapper. It was really funny, because everyone said I was good. I knew deep down inside I wasn't. It just wasn’t my calling. It was still fun for a while, eventually I quit.

Soon after that craziness simmered down... I stopped writing period. With that being said I through out all my material. My notebooks, journals, etc okay you get the idea! I even tried to throw away the computer, but it was to heavy. As for why I stopped writing, I guess I just was feeling that my material wasn't good enough. My 13 year old self had a dream that I would get at least one of my stories published when I was 18 years old. That was my goal and dream. But the 18 mark came and flew away like a bird in the sky. I kept seeing all the other young publicist and it was hard for me to cope with that.

To make a long story short, I got over my sadness and  I began writing again. It brings life to my eyes, and tears to my soul. Even if my stories never get published... I will never stop writing again. Writing is what makes me smile!