You read a piece of my world.
You saw a piece of my dreams.
You stepped on a piece of my heart.

now will you pick up the pieces with me?

irene. teenager equipped with the glue gun for broken hearts.
girl made for success. made for happiness. made for chocolate.
fanatic who loves romance. likes to read the dreams of others.
idealist who hates loneliness. despises the darkness.
ally of hope. inseperable from her ipod.
writer previously named .moonlightbara.

and is currently having cake at death's tea party.

her status:
Extreme writer's block. Scribbling to escape it's clutches.
her story:
La Tua Cantante. For the moment.
her hope:
Devotion Demonstration. It's only natural that a master would want his butler to prove his loyalty.
her note:
She was .moonlightbara. She is shatteredtomorrow. Deal with it.

the irrelavent rant:
Is anybody else suffering from SARATLS (School, Assignments, Responsibilities And The Like Syndrome)? It's preventing me from doing anything remotely FUN this week (and the week before that, and the week before THAT). I've had to reduce the amount of exposure to anime, had to minimize the hours I spend reading manga, and was banned -yes, banned- from playing Kingdom Hearts till all my assignments and tests are over. Oh, woe is me. Friendships are rocky, and love sucks. For me anyway. Laughs are being shared, and I'm loving the time I spend with the people I love, even though my feelings are over the place. Then again, I'm shatteredtomorrow, so therefore, my tomorrow is shattered. But hey, that means someone else gets to pick up the pieces, put in a lovely jar and give it to me as a present because they love me. This isn't completely irrelavent I guess, but if you wanna go off at me for not updating anything, pretend you have SARATLS.

And, to some people: Rhys, I hate you. Jaeplane, I like you. Mary, I wub yoo. :)

The light that was born
through the broken soul on the cold floor,

will you let it shine?

stay with me through the shatteredtomorrow.