I like this picture!

Me and my boyfriend

A little about me ... Well, I am a student at CSUF --- Basically, trying to make it through school. Currently, all I seem to do is study, hang out with some close friends, my boyfriend, and hmmm yah thats about it! I really am not that interesting... to be honest, pretty much all I do is study!

 love to also write ---

I guess you couldn't say it's really not that new of a frustration because I have, for so long, desired to release words to paper. A story that resonates, echoes, and reverberates throughout the catacombs of this part of my mind. Even though, buried in the galleries of my suggested tomb I know she still breathes. Just recently, did I feel her raise from her grave and beginning her rise.  She does not come quietly in the night, yet she is the voice that is echoing --- and wants to go beyond the walls from which I have restrained her. I acknowledge her existence, yet at the same time pretend my ears have gone deaf.

            I know her intelligence is not dulled by my imputing of study yet I think her jealously is increasing and her claws are growing longer. I know she is there, yet her story is very vague --- but she knows she has one. It's as though she has caught a case of amnesia --- her mind slowly returns. Her blurry storyline is enchanting from what I think I know. It changes every once in a while

                                    Her horizon seems to always stay the same

            She is just unclearwhen it comes to how she might have gotten there.

So from beyond my silent appearance and frantic behaviors to so desperately stay on my educational track

                                    There is this girl inside me

                                                                        Dying to come out

                                                And introduce you to

                        Her world/STRONG>