Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself

So... you want to know about me? What is there to tell? I'm Cait. I'm twenty-one and I've got a math degree. I've been writing all my life, and I also crochet and play the viola (which is about a gazillion times better than the violin, for the record).

I guess you could call me creative.

But I read, too. In fact, feel free to message or comment about a story of yours if you'd like me to check it out. Please, only completed stories, and original ones, if you don't mind.

What more could a complete stranger want to know about me?
If you're the creeper type, I could tell you that I have olive green eyes and caramel brown hair; I'm 5'6"-- which is NOT short, for the record.

Hidden in the public eye

Still reading, eh? Am I really that interesting? Or is the better question: are you that bored?

In any case, I might as well at least say that, while my lookup isn't exactly what one would call cheerful, I'm actually not depressed, or all that lonely. I mean, I always welcome new friends, but I have it better than a lot of people and I know it. I'm not going to see problems where there are none. I like to call myself real.

I simply appreciate the beauty in sad things, in lonely things, in broken things, more than I can appreciate it in happy, bright things. Call it a character flaw, or call me odd, but that's me.


Such a stellar monument to loneliness

I'm still figuring out what to put here =) Mostly, it's just space so that I can get the full four lines of lyrics out. But I'm sure I'll figure something out.


But you’re barely scraping by

Photo by The-Howling || Lyrics by Dashboard Confessional