Hmmm well as far as writing, lots of my friends know. My boyfriend is a writer himself and likes reading mine and even writes for me on occasion. if it weren't for the pip rules I might bring some of it on here hehe
Anyway, no one can appreciate writing as much as a writer themselves.
Other passions? Well if I told you, they'd no longer be kept secret now would they?
Why is it that we are at our most ingenius only when trying to destroy the things that keep us alive and thriving?