I am no Will Hunting.
I have no backstory that I can proudly splay across the table for others to admire and envy. Frankly, I can state that there have been no terribly profound experiences that shook my world and ripped me apart, piercing and piecing every part of my very being apart and back together to form who I am today. However, as simple as I seem, the worlds I have concocted through my writing are more profound than I could ever have imagined.
My journey began when I was around ten years old and wished to vent about moving schools. Dark hues of spite were injected within my earliest work: the Wild Child. A product of my fleeting and rebellious pre-teenage years, it was composed of raw, unadulterated, and newborn anger that jolted every
I have no backstory that I can proudly splay across the table for others to admire and envy. Frankly, I can state that there have been no terribly profound experiences that shook my world and ripped me apart, piercing and piecing every part of my very being apart and back together to form who I am today. However, as simple as I seem, the worlds I have concocted through my writing are more profound than I could ever have imagined.
My journey began when I was around ten years old and wished to vent about moving schools. Dark hues of spite were injected within my earliest work: the Wild Child. A product of my fleeting and rebellious pre-teenage years, it was composed of raw, unadulterated, and newborn anger that jolted every