I'm a 20-year-old independent, and outspoken individual. I don't write to impress anybody, I've found that writing is a healthy way for me to cope with my depression and other emotions, whether they're nostalgic, happy, or an ambivalent mixture of the two. I'm in the process of trying to find myself. I'm from Massachusetts, the state with the most successful sports teams (in my opinion at least), aggressive drivers, "wicked" rude people, bipolar weather, and awesome clam chowder. Oh yeah, - it's also the world headquarters of mispronouncing the letter "R". :) One of my greatest influences in life has been Hayley Williams, the front woman of the band Paramore. Growing up as a teen, I felt completely alone. Her music helped me find a much stronger part of myself that I wouldn't have realized existed otherwise. It's an amazing feeling when you discover music that you can relate to some of the most heartfelt moments of your life, and other components of it that make you who you are. I'm an animal, piercing, tattoo, and book lover, and also a huge motorcycle enthusiast. - Would love to own one sometime in the near future! If you'd like to talk to me more, feel free to email me anytime at the email I have provided! <3 Diana D.
It's been tough.... I found out my way of venting was through writing at 11 years old. I've always been the outcast, black sheep.. Never fit it but I've always made it work. I'm the strongest person I know. I take after my mother... Writing is my passion, despite all the hard times and all I ever gave up on, writing and my 35 journal is all I've carried. I love it and I will never give up on it. All I ever written is the silence of my soul.
My life is what's shaped me into not only the person I am today, but the writer I am today. If my life hadn't taken the turns, twists it had I don't believe Id have this passion I behold for poetry, and writing. My name is Danielle Ann Hogan, my life has thrown a great deal of bumps and rough patches among my past. At the age of 3, I lost my mother due to Lung Cancer. That's when everything went downhill. My father was grieving so badly he became an alcoholic and before you knew it we were in foster care by the time I was 4. From this point on I then went to 7 more foster homes, 1 group home. As there's more details and heavy stuff about that, it's made me the person I am today. It's given me the strength and wisdom I behold now, and to that I am grateful. I take the good from the bad, with the life I've been dished. It encourages me more so to help anyone and everyone I possibly can, because when I do I get a sensation like no other.