I think my friends would describe me best; it is just that I don't actually have any. Well let me explain, I have acquaintances that I work with, know from school or from a previous hangout be it online or off. But again those are acquaintances not actual “friends” as they probably don’t know me well enough to write something that could reflect the “real me”. So you are stuck with my explanations, although I think you'll be surprised. I don’t smile often; I rarely feel like it. I carry my self in accordance with my feelings, my experiences. It’s been a rough 27 years, the scowl I wear is an answer to the idea of quitting; I will not back down. The strange part is for all the scowling I do, I often bring a smile to a stranger’s face, an acquaintance’s face. I like knowing that I can make someone smile even though it's often difficult to show my own. I spend a large amount of my free time alone; its value is equal to the time spent in the company of a friend, a loved one. A relationship with me means understanding that my refusal to take part is my desire to be alone for the time being. Distant, perhaps but I would give you the same respect should you need it. I have been an artist since my birth, there is little that I can not imagine and create with my hands, my passion, and my heart. Writing, painting, sculpting, and drawing have been my pursuits for well over two decades. The arts were my majors throughout school; even my career pursuit exists because of my love of art. Though the recent years have brought me much trouble in allowing my creative side its freedom, I still remain an artist inside as much as outside. I just don’t share my work with the world I live in anymore. Lastly, I am Passionate! My passion guides me, drives me towards everything that I could dream, gain, make, be. Passion is my pain, my happiness, my strength, my weakness; it’s the very blood that pumps through my veins! Passion is a huge part of whom I am and will most certainly make or break my relationships with anyone around me.