Photo of Emory aka Vesk.

But I do have my good points. I am comfortable on my own, and I understand myself better than most. Who else would be brave enough to delve into my psyche? Empathy I have in spades, perhaps a bit too much when it comes to being around those I care about. I can be compassionate and warm, but I also have my moments where I am nothing but cold and unforgiving. One thing I am above all else is a romantic, and it is into romance that my writing skills often pour, in the form of poetry.

Perhaps you're looking for something else, an actual account of my life rather than one of who I am, though words fail miserably at both. I am country born and bred, raised on a farm as a love of animals developed from tending the livestock. Three siblings I have, one older brother and two sisters, one older and the other younger. I am closest with my little sister, maybe because she is the one most like me. Or maybe I just cannot tolerate the other two. My parents say I raised myself, and they're probably right. I still do not like being around most of my family. Insanity runs in the family it seems.

School bored me, and honestly, most of my knowledge comes from books. My grades were mediocre as my test scores soared, the wasted potential thing again. And then I learned a new trick in high school, how to avoid showing up entirely. I would miss a week at a time simply because I hated school. But still I passed, if only barely. And I did graduate, despite being bored by the pomp of the graduation itself. College finally happened for me after a year away from school entirely, and I began as a Biology major, intending that I would be a vet. It was in a moment of epiphany that I changed my mind and became an English major. I just had an overwhelming desire to take all the English classes I could, a desire that could not go unanswered as English has always been my favorite subject.