I kept a journal as a child into my early twenties. At this point, in the last summer/early fall of 2002, I took every page of every journal that remained in my life, and I set them all on fire. It was one of the most insanely regrettable things I have ever done. At the time, the memories were too much to bring forward with me. It seemed I only ever focused on pain in every situation. I have since written bios for artists, developed the beginnings of wikipedia pages for artists, tried to keep up with my poetry, and I have become a weekly Astrologer for a local newspaper, then The Secret Admirer, and today for Title-Mag. Here are some examples of my work! I need to add a lot more!