A.J.

I've been writing for as long as I can remember, first I kept journals, because I had so much to say and no one would listen, and then I grew to write so much that I would fill my pockets with pieces of scrap paper where I would scribble random thoughts and observations.
I am now 25 years old, and there is nothing that I would love more than to be published and see my work in print. I dream of being published in the traditional way the same way little girls dream of getting married in churches and flowing white dresses.
I am a dreamer, but I am also an imsonniac.
I am still trying to find my writing style. Sometimes writing feels like I'm trying to crack a code, and no matter how much I rearrange the words and quotation marks, it never feels quite right.
And I also wonder if I should stop chasing the dream, and just face reality.