My name is Lindsey and I’m a starving writer; and by starving, I mean starving to find my break to get published and starving for money to continue my college education (I have plenty of food, I promise). I write stories and poems to get out feelings and thoughts I keep locked inside of me because I always struggle to release my emotions verbally because I feel like no one listens. But when I write, I don’t just write my feelings and situations, I write them from the perspective of a completely made up person I create in hopes of someone finding inner peace and some form of understanding after they finish the story I wrote, maybe then the reader can be inspired to continue their stories. High school was difficult for me as I was bullied, I had low self-esteem, and I was going through the aftermath of childhood abuse. I felt alone, depressed, longing for some understanding, so I would write. I wrote dark poetry, characters, novels, and songs about what I was going through as a way to release it and hoping someone going through my situation would feel a sense of understanding and get through their situation better. Studying creative writing couldn’t be more fitting for me, as I feel like writing might have saved my life, and I think it might save someone else’s life as well.