I am a 22 year old lesbian pagan. I was going to school for my English degree but a relapse in my mental illness caused me to drop out for the time being. I fully intend to go back. Writing is my passion, and I already miss my English classes. Not too upset about losing my math time, though. I'm jobless and virtually homeless at the moment, couch-surfing relatives for the most part. I love to read and write. Nothing in life is more important to me. I have no one, I am no one, I only have my writing. It's not very good, it's not very much, but life goes on, right?