Ficlets

I’m a music lover. I’m overly dramatic at times. I can be emotional. I’m passionate. I love my friends. I take things too personally. I’m a RENThead. I love New York City. I’m a thespian. I’m a writer. I’m a tragedian. I’m a sucker for villains. I’m flawed.

Writing, music and theater keep me alive. I consider these things a way for me to be more than a disgruntled teenager trapped in Suburbia; until I can break free, I’ll dive into the arts.

I think everything that I write is a fleeting shot at self-reflection. Even when I use characters, a piece of me is in there. But what are any of us trying to do but find ourselves?

Music keeps my heart beating.

Am I alone? It feels like it sometimes. I’m trying, really. I’m not sure what to do with myself. This world is crazy. I think that it’s very, very easy to get lost, and maybe never to be found.

I’m a member of the League of Awesomeness, which is, indeed, Superawesome. The initiation was pretty hardcore.

I christen myself the Mistress of Relentless Musings.

Feel free to sequel/prequel any of my ficlets! Seriously.

(Formerly known as musicxhearted)