SixFeetUnder

Hello everyone! My name is Liza and I am 20 years old� though some days it feels like more than that. Up until two months ago my life was bliss; mostly do to the fact that I didn�t open my eyes long enough to realize that I was about to hit a glaring brick wall. So I hit the preverbal wall head on, going around eighty miles an hour, and now I�m running around trying to pick up the remains. Unexpected and cruel adversity plagues me as I try to put humpty dumpty back together again. I am a Jr. Nursing student, but I would give my life savings (not that it�s worth much) to enroll in a creative writing program. My parents (aka: my only source of income) gave me one choice� to stick with nursing. I want so much to take the �big leap� and free myself from their bonds. Yet I find myself planted firmly in indecision unable to move either direction. I started writing only a year ago� but I can�t keep myself from the subtle high that creativity provides. I am hopelessly addicted� so until I choose to either embrace of forget my calling; I will strongly attempt to put these past few weeks behind me. Until then, may you enjoy the fruits of my labor.