You know my name, not my story.

Dear Reader;

First off-
I'd like to say that I'm not a perfect person. I never have been and I never will be. As a fact actually, I come from a LONG LINE of imperfect people. My parents for starters have several flaws. And THEIR PARENTS, have stories to tell as well.

So I guess you could think of it as a positive gesture that my dad stopped at me. I'm the last of the line. The end.

BUT this blog isn't about them for heavens sake. It's about me. This blog was created over a month ago, was neglected, abandoned, and now I'm trying to revive what's lost.

Originally, I created this blog to vent about life in general. I assumed no person related to me or associated to my daily actions would have access to my random rants about how bad I'm getting paid or how awful the boy that sits next to me in class smells.

Well- like most women, I've changed my mind. I've decided to use this blog as a tool to share my story and walks of life. Sure, you can asssume that a 20 year old student at a university of whatever in the middle of who knows where has little to share, but the truth is- I do. You don't have to read these blogs for entertainment, you don't have to discuss the pointless banter on facebook, I'm writing this blog for me and me alone.

Take it however you'd like-

afterall- you know my name, not my story.

Sincerely-
someone who's feeling antsy.