You can call me Jane.
About 5 years ago I started this and would revisit it every time I hit a bump that I felt that I needed to share with the world. I’ve been through a lot, to say the least, and I refuse to give up. This is a part of my story.
This is a story, like every story, about a girl. A girl who really didn’t know what she wanted, according to everyone. A girl who became homeless. A girl who was assaulted. A girl who fell in love. A girl who fell out of love.
This is a story, like every story, where the main character tries to find humor in it all. That maybe, just maybe, she needed to go through all of that to truly understand who she is. That maybe, just maybe other people needed to read for themselves.
This is where the optimism comes in- the resolution comes after the climax, right?
Just like every story, the character grows. She now knows what she wants. She puts away the form of escape. She continues to dream. And she continues to live.
This is a story, like every story, where it doesn’t make sense until the end.
(Updated: January 15th, 2017)