Natassia

I wish that I could write something as captivating as the other authors on this site. Unfortunately, I have no accounts of debauchery, failed marriages, prison sentences or miscarriages to speak of. Instead, I bring the truth and nothing but that, of my experiences...or lack thereof...in life.

I must say that I am very young. A teenager if you must know. Though I am afraid that I may not attract as wide of an audience as I would had I not disclosed that information. I really do hope that the elders of this site will look past my age. It doesn't take intelligence to know that each individual brings a unique outlook of life to this site. I am no different, regardless of age.

I live on impulses. Curiosity has afforded me my share of disappointments and tears. Though I must say that my mischief has its up sides. I thrive off of thrills and when I can find none...I create them. Boredom is my worst enemy and I lose interest in matters quickly. As a result, my life moves consistently in a circle of searching, finding, applying to, and burying.

I am at times absentminded. Memories are my weakness. That probably explains why I am so incapable of feeling strong emotions on the spot. My most felt emotions are evoked from my past. I can describe what love, happiness, or despair is suppose to feel like. Though I can't honestly say that I have experienced these things.

I am truly disgusted by two things. Unoriginality and sterotypes.
I am truly captivated by one thing. Wit. If you can make me think then you have captured my best interest.

I am open to critism. Though I'd be lying if I said I don't take it personally.
I may not be able to share as much in writing as others will. As anyone can tell you good writing comes with experience. But mark my words. Anything I write is full of passion and shouldn't be taken lightly.

A learning experience is what I am here for. Of course, I would be flattered if anyone learns from me.

I am Natassia.
Young and Restless.

What others describe me as? Complex, Confused, Adolescent.
As for myself? Well I just call it puberty.