Summary: This is a first person narrative. Please review kindly

Confessions of a Plume Chapter 1

Ok so I don’t really have an old fashioned quill pen but I wish I did. How cool would it be to pour my heart and soul onto the paper, having to dip the pen in ink every so often. As for me, well I will just have to content myself with typing on one of those new fangled computers as you call them. No seriously, I live in the year 2007 and I have a passion for writing, falling in love, music, interacting with people and words. I tend to feel emotions very strongly and can become a person of great extremes and have been known to flip out and have outbursts of rage when I loose ground. The latest one in a quant New York City restaurant. Yep, you guessed it. I live in New York City but for the past seven years, I have made myself a home on the great island of Cape Cod. I feel trapped there however surrounding myself with people who have diminished some of my sweet and kind nature and gave way to a fiery person with a rebellious streak and have made me loose the essence of who I am.

I am also a slave to love. I loose myself in the drama of falling in love and let myself be caught up in it and get hurt. My mother, I will call her Marme has been beyond helpful in this battle. She has made me go on a retreat leaving the two people who have backstabbed me to find it in their hearts to contact me. Marme says if they are truly my friends that they will come around. It hurts since one of them happens to be my best friend since my junior year of High School and the other a young man with whom I wanted to start a relationship with.

And so begins my confessing. If you dare to continue reading this heartfelt manuscript, please do.