I am nineteen years old. I live on a farm with my grandparents. There aren't any other houses nearby. There is a library that I can walk to though, and the librarian showed me how to use the computers. So I can write here.
I like writing. It was actually her idea that I should write here, because I'm kind of lonely. She lets me stay and write late at night, because I have to be at home helping my grandparents during the day. It's not so bad, being at home and helping them. They're good people. My grandfather taught me how to play the violin. That is all I can think of about myself. I don't think I'm very interesting. Stories are interesting. The truth is always too long.