Mm. My life left some mental scarring on me, too. I've never been homeless, but I had a few close shaves. I know what it's like to live well, but I also know how it is to wonder where your next meal is coming from, or if it's coming at all. I've experienced abuse... according to one psychologist, I apparently had similar emotional scarring to a kidnapped child, only... I was never kidnapped, just a prisoner in my own home.
I think it's safe to say, that after what we've experienced, we both have much older souls than our ages suggest... but neither of us really got a chance to experience our childhood, hm? If you learn how to be an adult too soon, you never really learn to be a kid. That's why neither opinion of you is correct, calling you mature or childish is only ever half the truth.
Writing was my way of escaping into a world I had some control over. A world where I wasn't confined by walls and windows and fear, or the struggle to survive--where I could be whatever I wanted to be. I also have an intense appreciation for role-play. If you have an idea and need a partner for it, feel free to drop me a line. I look forward to seeing what you can do.
