People tell me I am fallen angel. I loved being here so much, that when I went to heaven ( if it even exists) I just had to come back. Loving this is hard, too hard hard. Many times I feel as if I'll go crazy- wait I already have! Is all this pain worth the love and the joy? It must be, because I'm still here...

I have a name, but you can call me Jaded. I'm 20... going on 45. Being a grown-up sucks : too much responsibility! All work and no play makes me a dull girl. I keep wishing I could go back to being a teenager and spend my time in front of a canvas or with my nose in a book, staying out until 3 a.m. at waffle house , or watching invader Zim.

I'm sitting on butt-load of writing peices that nobody has ever seen. The thing is,is they're all only half finished. I get stuck. So if you happen to be reading my stuff, leave a comment! It'll help move things along.