Good morning!

I have been a lurker on deviantART for ages. I have an account that I started almost three and a half years ago, at time when I thought I could like photography, but it has long since been abandoned. We'll just say I wasn't the best amateur photographer. Not at all, actually.

My forte has always been writing. I love to sit down in front of my notebook and just write forever; however, this writing always seems to come from the darkest parts of me. Most is derived from personal experience, and it illustrates with words the feelings and emotions I feel like I can't get out of myself in any other way.

For example, the pieces I have posted now "I Knew A Girl" and "Spiders" are both works from experiences I've held onto for years (almost four years, if I count). Those two pieces I wrote November 20th ("Girl") and November 21 ("Spiders") after a long discussion about the issue with one of my friends. Somehow I know they won't be the last, either.

Writing is my cost-free therapist. It may take a long time to get the words out, but in the end I feel so much better for it. Always.

It's safe for me to say that writing, for me, is a selfish pass time. Incredibly selfish. All about myself, almost every word. But if you like my style, and you like the view from this window I've installed to the inside of my head, then feel free to keep on peeking in. I don't mind at all.

-Rhiannon