The Fantasy of Reality (About Me)

Who am I, you must wonder... It is a question I have often asked myself.

I was born in Kentucky, in the year 1977. Here I have remained throughout my life. My name, for those who desire such things, is Alicia Marquess. I am still young, and only just learning about some of the more simple pleasures of life. Of course, in finding these pleasures, I find some sorrows. From both of these, I grow wiser and stronger, and in some cases, harder. I have made many mistakes in my life. Some have hurt me, some have hurt others, and some have hurt both. From these mistakes I try to learn, and I try to prevent myself from making these mistakes again. Hopefully, I am mostly successful in this, though sometimes I know I am not.

I say that I am alone, without a love to hold and be held by. Still, I cannot complain about this overmuch. I have had love before, and as wonderful as it was, the heartache it caused when it died was nearly more than I could bear. Perhaps someday love will find me again. I truly hope that it will. But until that time, I live my life for myself and for my family and friends. They are the ones who stood by me when all others turned away. They are the ones who I owe my life to.

Read on and discover who these people are...

Jody Rich is the best friend a girl could ask for. He has been the person who I have turned to when my life became too much to bear alone. He has lifted me up and made me believe that I am not so terrible as some have forced me to believe. Some have asked me if I love him, and I always answer yes. However, my love for him is not romantic. It is far deeper than that. It is the love of a best friend.

Next I shall mention Amy McClain, my twin in many ways, and my exact opposite in others. She was there for me when I needed her as my only true experience with romantic love turned into something twisted and hideous. She gave me her shoulder to cry on, and her "damn the torpedoes" attitude forced me past the difficulty into peace once more. Without her, I am not certain I would have survived watching my love shattered as it was. I shall never be able to repay her for all that she has done, but I will try for the entirety of my life.

A newer friend I have made is Susan Griffin. I have known her only three years, but I have come to love her as a sister and as a best friend. She spent days with me while I was ill, reassuring me that my poor health would pass. She held my hand when I was afraid and dried my tears when I was sad. She has gone out of her way to make my life more pleasant, even to the point of opening her house to me so that I might visit my "significant other" because he had no room for me himself. She has done more than I could ask, and she continues to do so. I do not know what I did to deserve such a wonderful gift in my life, but I hope that I never do aught to remove her from it. Thank you, Susan, for being all that you are.

Emily Beeny, I shall next tell you of. She is the friend I have had for the longest time, the friend with whom I have grown up. We met in first grade, and quickly became inseperable. We have been close ever since, even through our occasional fights and arguments. Emily is perhaps the most outgoing individual I have ever met. She goes well out of her way to make friends with everyone she meets, even when that is not necessarily the wisest decision. She is full of life, and always ready with a smile. I know very few in this world who see the rainbow rather than the rain, but she is certainly one. Whatever life throws her way, she accepts it and goes on. I hope that someday, I can be as strong a person as she is.

And last, but most certainly not least, is Clara Dorris, my mother. I mention her here in this section about friends because she truly is one of my best friends. Of course, as a young adult, I do not tell her everything. I even lie to her on occasion. But through this all, she loves me dearly. And in truth, I do tell her most everything that occurs in my life. There are very few secrets between us because there is no need of them. If I am ill or hurt, if my life has crumbled down around me, if any troubles come my way, my mother is who I want at my side. She is who I call for when it seems that I cannot go on. And she always sees to it that I do, whether I want to or not. Who could ask for more? Not I.

Pictures of each of these people will be put up in time. For now, I shall only post the pictures which I have access to. My darling friends for whom I would gladly give my life...