I have lived my whole life writing. Whether it be of dreams i’ve had whether they be of heartache and lose or love and happiness. I’ve had them all, but I also write about who I am and what I have been through and who I want to be. I have had so much loss and heartache no person should endure, yet so much happiness at the same time.. does that make sense? I don’t know anymore. That’s why I write. To make sense of it all. I want to be the kind of writer other’s can relate too. I want to remember what i’ve been through and in general..…