Good writing is about sharing your story and making it the reader’s story too. It’s about telling your truth. It is full of not just symbolism and grammar but also emotion, thought, fear, lust- reality, life. Full of what makes us; full of the reasons we love so strongly and fight so hard. It’s about making them see or feel something they never considered before. It’s only real literature if it makes you pause and reflect. It’s only real poetry if it leaves you in a different place than the one it found you in.

I am a writer; I guess that means I want to feel things for a living. It's my hobby, my pastime, my release, my outlet, my way of life. I want to be able to share my story, share my truth, and change the world one heart at a time. I want to be able to make people understand in a way they couldn’t unless they experienced it firsthand.

I enjoy the company of other future starving artists of various media- paint, music, theater- and because of that I've got some very odd friends, but I wouldn't trade them for the world. I got into my top college and then got the bill; now I go to state school, and I am getting more real-world experience than I could have hoped for anywhere else. I tend to notice little things and miss the big picture entirely; things like bright colors and stuffed animals make me absurdly happy. I am a Gemini and I think that explains a lot of my personality. I am very much a gay rights activist, although- or maybe partially because- I believe that sexuality is a fluid thing and no one is quite ‘gay’ or ‘straight’ in the same way that no one is really one hundred percent anything- that’s called labeling and stereotyping, friends. I run a magazine on campus, and I hope to start one 'in the real world' after graduation. I get it all the time- English isn’t a real major- but I do believe that words, that art, has the power to make a statement, to preserve a moment, to capture a feeling, to change the world.

Since college started, my world has expanded. My writing, always the way I kept in touch with myself, has somehow fallen to the back burner. Until college, I was never at a loss for words; but until college, I was never really aware of how much of a difference the actions of just one person could have. In a way I have both found and lost my voice; this summer, I am spending the majority of my time struggling to combine the two- and, of course, trying to save a decent amount of money for the next school year.