About julie

Every morning I cling to the remnants of sleep like a child clinging desperately to a bottle. I refuse to leave the womb that is my bed and face the world that lies beyond it. Yet as hard as I try, reality slowing creeps into my warm untainted world and I have to struggle to remember who I am and what I知 here for. When I think of myself no face, no shape, no name comes to mind. I am the offspring of two people I know nothing about. I am the product of two clashing cultures. I am me. I am what I am. I could tell you where and when I was born, who my parents and siblings are, what school I go to, what classes I like but, as much as those things impact me they are not who I am. You will only know me through my writing.