I’m Brittney. I am a 23-year-old girl from a small town in Indiana. As of right now, I have no real direction in life. I float through life feeling either bitter and angry or sarcastic and silly. The only things that keep me waking up each morning are my family, friends, music, and writing.

As much as my family drives me up the wall and are completely clueless about what makes me tick, I love them nonetheless. There are days when I just want to snap at all of them and tell them to go away, but at the end of the day, I know I can count on them despite it all.

My friends are my world. Without them I wouldn’t even bother to get out of bed each day. I have many trust issues, so it takes a great deal for me to share myself with other people when there’s a chance they may not understand me or what I’m about. Luckily, I’ve found a select few who have been able to see past my cynical, sarcastic appearance and see the real me, the real Brittney who is hiding just below the surface, feeling insecure and shy and begging for acceptance. They keep me going because they understand me - or at least try to - and still love me, flaws and all.

Music is my lifeline. I can’t go a day without it. I can spend hours just listening to music, taking in the sound, analyzing the lyrics and letting them speak to me. Music is one of the few things that can really evoke a great deal of emotion in me. It’s not as if I’m a cold and emotionless all of the time, but a song can bring tears to my eyes or put a smile on my face, a real smile - one that starts at my heart and fully reaches my eyes and leaves me feeling happy and content within seconds. I love all kinds of music. I’m a junkie, really. I’m always looking for something new, something different. My short list of favorites includes Hanson, Averi, Eisley, and Tegan and Sara - and that’s really narrowing it down.

My other lifeline is writing. I have words and ideas swirling around in my head all the time, begging to get out. Sometimes I’m overwhelmed by it all. If only there were more hours in the day for me to sit down and get all of these ideas out of my head and onto paper, but that’s impossible. Even with more hours in the day, I’d only end up driving myself crazy because the ideas just keep multiplying. But writing keeps me sane. When I’m writing, I feel a million miles away from everything else. I’m in my own world, and nothing else matters. Words that are dancing around on the tip of my tongue but I don’t dare say aloud myself can be poured onto paper, written as if those thoughts only belong to character in a story. Somehow through writing my muddled, confused thoughts make sense. They’re somehow more tangible and understandable, and better yet, they even make sense to others.

So ask me again who am I? I’m not sure I can ever really fully explain it, but in short I’m a girl who is devoted to her friends and family and lives for music and writing. Short and simple but oh so true.