Biography

I’d like to say a lot of profound things. I’d love for you to love me. I’d die to leave some sort of impression in this world… But I know that in the end, none of it will matter, though I can never seem to convince my selfish human self otherwise. I am broken, imperfect, hopelessly flawed…

…And at the same time made perfect.

There is so much about me that I won’t take the time just yet to list here, most of it you may be able to gather from bits a peices of my blogs…