I don't write that much fanfiction anymore, I've grown as a writer and have been able to come up with my own characters. I'm not claiming that Fanfiction writers are not good, but I merely used Fanfiction as a crutch when I was unable to come up with my own original characters.

I'll make an attempt to post something at some point in time, although I'm extremely lazy and I have difficulty completing things.

I've changed a lot since 2009, when I first became a member on this website. I no longer love Total Drama Island and Avatar. Instead, my favorite shows have moved to animes such as Sgt. Frog, FLCL, Black Butler, Death Note (still. Always and forever will I be a fan of Ryuzaki.), and shows such as Cold Case, NCIS (Los Angeles and the normal one), Deadly Women (and Men), and Bones (although I missed the whole pregnancy due to being grounded from the television).

I find I'm very easy to talk to and bounce ideas off of. My friends usually come to me when they're trying to brainstorm, and I do my best to help them out.

I'm a little odd, but aren't we all? You may find what I write to be dark, and that's because I am a dark person. I'm a paranoid schizophrenic with anxiety disorders and moderate OCD. What more do you want from me? xD

I'll try to shy away from using so many smiley-faces in my writing, though I do use a lot while I'm typing. I haven't the faintest idea why though. Helps me to express what I'm feeling I guess.

I'm keeping this vv cause it's amazing and I have nothing else to do with it.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

My name is Caitlin Pasta/Nerd with a keyboard, and I approve this message.