Former artist turned eccentric writer. Long ago, she traded in her paintbrush for a pencil. Giving up her paints and lines for words. Seeing the power they all held. And never has she looked back.
A warning to you all now. My writing may offend many of you. And honestly, I don't care in the slightest. These are things that I enjoy writing about. And I will not be censored because you were babied your entire lives and cannot handle a little truth. Some of the things that I write about do happen in this world. And if you say that they do not, then I feel pity for you. Because you are sheltered and blinded and a waste of space and air. So if you feel the need to rant and rave to me about how awful of a writer I am, or about how my work has offended you, then go ahead. I'll simply read it and then move on. Because it is really hard to offend me. But feel free to tell me your thoughts and opinions. They are yours and you deserve to make them known. Just remember this: I do not care, and I will write what I want.