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I was given a perfectly nice name, good and normal, nothing to be ashamed of. How disgusting, right? So I go by Gray. With an A. Not with an E. That's very important. Me and Anne Shirley, don't you know.
I have tried writing fan fiction, I truly have, but it simply doesn't work. I can't carry the characters of other people all the way through a story, I need my writing and my people to belong to me. Even then it never gets finished. So I'll save you the trouble and not put up any stories unless they actually are finished.
I have a strange and morbid obsession with last words and epitaphs, the latter especially. It's fascinating to me, that is the only thing about your life that will remain, your epitaph. Your lasting message to the world. Some people say some very strange things. For example, John Keats.
God, that's beautiful.
I love books. Old books, new books, big books, little books, books! My Momma says I have a love affair with literature. But, I'm sad to say, that not every book deserves to bear that sacred title, and that the world is cluttered with horrible fiction. A few of the books not considered horrible are Twilight (and all the other installments of said saga, long live the Twihards), anything Jane Austen, the Great Gatsby, the works of one John Steinbeck, Wuthering Heights, Jane Eyre, The Jungle, In Cold Blood, Love in the Time of Cholera, and a long but dwindling list of others.