Since my bio was somehow ruined, as I just noticed awhile ago, I'm starting over.

This is officially going to be called...

The Super Duper Glorious Profile of All Times

or maybe just...

My Bio

Yea, that will have to do.

Name: You can call me Nihilly. Pleasant name, yes?

Age: I'm in High School and you can guess the rest. Science sucks, math sucks, everysingle 8th grade classbut gym sucks.

Location: California, but five hours away from the nearest beach. Lame, Much?

Hobbies: Writing (when I'm not procrastinating), chatting, spending money at the mall (woots, too bad I'm poor), Naruto, music, procrastinating some more.

Dislikes: Homework, teachers, excessive complains, math, science, animal abuse, drug abuse, alchohol abuse, any other type of abuse, people telling me to improve my penmenship, Mondays, and etc.

And now, for my stories. Don't mind those update dates, eheheh. Insert nervous laugh here.

Feb.21th, three minutes before the 22th

I'm bacccck.

Time to clean this place up. Drifting will now be undergoing drastic changes due to the fact that I'm three years older now.

Drifting

As a punishment for her sins, she bound herself to a life of misery and death. She had no resolve to have a life of her own, until he released a fire she thought dead.

To Move Heaven and Hell

She closed her mind to the reality around her and set out to destroy the thread of fantasy that she created, never realizing that she was trying to destroy the ones that tried to save her and helping the ones that tried to kill her.

Bittersweet Candy (Planning to post soon) (Yeah, right)

The candy tasted bittersweet to her as it lolled it back and fourth in her mouth, just as life tasted bittersweet everytime she woke up, alive and healthy, when the person she loved the most was rotting away underneath her.

The Light Mourns for Her, The Dark Calls for Her or

The Light Mourns as the Dark Calls or many many other versions of the title. Just something with Light and Dark.

She was slowly breaking away from the reality of death and war around her and sinking deeper into the illusion in the depts of her mind. Why? Because reality hurt, and fantasy did not.

And last but not least, a titleless (most likely) one-shot that I might combine with the story above this one.

She looked in the mirror and turned away in shame. Her face was scarred with imaginary wounds, her waist too thick with nonexistant fat cells. She would never be good enough for him, and that was her fault. The best thing to do for everyone would be to just erase every trace of her; or better yet, she could just end it all so no one could ever see her again.

Hm, not very happy with that one, but... it'll do for now.

Of Dawn and Dusk - Totally craving to write this. It screams, "Awesome fantasy story waiting to be told."

AU. Dawn, the kingdom of light. Dusk, the kingdom of night. Both are battling for possession of the world, and the world lies in the tiny, frail hands of a seemingly normal princess: Hinata.

.. hate that summary..

I could use a beta/motivational person. Interested in yelling at me daily to write? Drop a review/message.