I am nineteen years old and have just completed my first year at a community college. I like challenges, adrenaline rushes, climbing, reading, writing, & singing. I am Pagan, walk barefoot, and carry a notebook and pen just about everywhere with me. My writing has plummeted, thanks to this thing called the "real world", and I want that part of me back. Writing is my only reason for living. I have no support. Friends are few and could care less about anything I do.