Rules: *Dont ask me to cyber: Your gross and I wont *Dont talk like a third grader, if you need examples "waddup" "ily"...your how old now, act your age *Dont Insult me, or my friends I'll block your ass *Dont ask me to date you: I have a boyfriend, you'd know that if you'd bother learning anything about me *Dont ask me "asl", read my f**king page, you'll get all you need to know (That is if you can read)

I'm a struggling college student at Francis Marion University, Majoring in Nursing. My passion is to write, though lately it's been scaled back to a hobbie because of writers block. My favorite musician of all time is Josh Groban. I'm twenty years old! I live happily with the closest people to me, my parents and my boyfriend and drive a blue car. I never expected to go through everything I have gone through. I have been in a limo with my friends for the hell of it. I have endured a lot of pain and a lot of pleasure. I have developed the most amazing friendships I have laughed until I have come close to peeing my pants, and cried and let my friends hold me. I have laughed when it was inappropriate. I have moved around quite a bit. My relationships have shifted with family, friends, and boyfriends (I am in love right now, and plan to stay that way). I have tried things and failed; I have tried things and succeeded. This has been three years. I have been introduced to beautiful music, and beautiful films. I have experienced new emotions and even more of the old. I have given up on judgment. I am happy with who I am.

My special someone is hard to describe, he's gothic one minute, and hard rocker the next. But at the same time he's the absolute sweetest man in the world. He's my Elmo (and yes there is a story there, and No you wont hear about it), we laugh, we cry, we fight, and we make love, and at the end of the day he's where I want to be. His arms are my safe haven, my port and my harbor for all my dreams and wishes.