“Most memoirs start at the beginning of the story and are written when the author has already experienced the end of it. I’m not at the end – or at least, I don’t think I am. I’m sitting smack in the middle of the trenches, unsure of where I’ll go next. (Well, technically I’m sitting in my bed typing on my laptop, but you get the point). Some may consider it pretentious or egotistical that I’m even sitting down and writing about my life like anyone cares. If you’re still reading this far, maybe that means that you actually do care what I have to say for some reason. Or maybe you just have bad judgment for when to stop reading crappy books. Either way, I should level with you that this will likely be one of the most overwhelmingly average stories you have ever heard. But it’s not average to me, it’s my life. And just like your life is important to you (I hope), my existence is important to me. So here it is – raw and unfiltered – a testimony to 22 years of the only life I’ll ever get.”
Stay tuned for more excerpts from my memoir in the future!!!