Read me the letter, Don't leave out a word...

I have lived my life waiting for my story to be told, methodically plotting my life for a tale of literary romance that borders on serendipitous drama and a grace that can only come from falling flat on my face. I like to hear myself tell stories of things that would never happen but happened to me because I have lived to feed on the unimaginable. It is only recently that I have realized that these things that have happened are not so unimaginable. My life is a tale of broken hearts, money spent, and alcohol consumed, yet, somehow never veering from what I see as the ordinary. In the words of Tom Petty, “Some days are diamonds. Some days are rocks." I am not a writer. I am merely a “conversational puma,” a rambler, a girl of her twenties who wants her story told in one fashion or another. A girl of her twenties who is looking for home, life, and stories to tell. I am a girl of her twenties.