Author has written 2 stories for Harry Potter, and Naruto.
Hi to those reading this out of interest or curiousity, and hello to those who are bored.
So, it's been awhile. Ahem. I was really busy. I spent a lot of time doing stuff that was important. Now I'm back to post again! Yay!
Some information about me, because I'm one of those creeps that likes to read other people's profiles and imagine what they're like, so I'm posting this for other people so I'm not such a creep. O_O Yeah...
I'm female. That's right.
I'm twenty in 2013. Uh-huh.
I'm a mum. That's why my stories always have kids in them. I have baby on the brain.
I'm a student, and hope I'll graduate Psych sometime in the next decade. No seriously, pray for me.
I like lemons, the fruit not the citrus (lol speaking of naughty ff works ;P)
I LOVE JUNKFOOD! I resort to making my own most of the time, because some people (hubby) are totes against junkfood. I digress.
I AM A COFFEE ADDICT. I have a formula and everything, and freeze-dried stuff, and beans which haven't been ground, and several ground varieties. ADDICT. Nuff said.
I ADORE BOOKS. Literature in general is always my first lover. reading reading, so much reading. I am obviously a HP fan, less obviously a fan of Thomas Harris, and most fantasy fics, so long as they're not totally romance centric. I love fanfiction, and tear jerker novels (little princess, anyone?). I have read all the Austen books, and the Bronte books, and loved them. I liked Dorian Gray, and Sherlock Holmes the novels (cringe). LOTR. The list is almost endless, so I'm gonna stop there.
Love my anime and korean dramas. It's like an illicit affair here, only ever get to indulge myself in fanfiction lately. *Sigh* Someday, I will have the time. In the meantime, Naruto, Shingeki no Kyojin, Card Captor...and I could list all the rest but takes too much space. They have to take the backseat.
I am a fan of indie music, and rap, and classical. Huh? Well, I enjoy music, but not all the time, just when I'm moody. Or studying.
UPDATE sometime in November 2014
I am depressed. I am behind on uni tasks, am moody, and am being hounded by those close to me. In retrospective rumination, I have always been insulted, teased, and used...the difference now is that I can see it happening and allow it to go on. I want to lay down and give up, but I still wake up every morning and get on with my mediocre existence, hating myself and feeling sorry for myself in equal parts.
Don't know when I'll get back to writing. Everytime I put my pen to paper, what used to flow imaginatively becomes overshadowed by awareness of a bleak reality which refuses to allow me to escape as I once did. I am sad. I hurt. I don't know where my ability to stand my ground or make myself heard has gone. All I know is my voice is stifled, and I struggle now to formulate ideas even for assignments.
The one thing which I was so good at is lost to me, and I feel more alone than ever. I miss creating fictional realities where I could be someone other than myself. I miss formulating songs expressing my emotions so that it wouldn't circulate in my head and drive me to distraction. I miss having soft hands, and am repulsed by the cuts and burns and dry flaking things which won't create what once was so precious to me. I hate my hysterical laughter, and cant find a dark enough place in which to lose myself. Living hurts and hope is dim, when I look at my daughter I have to steel myself, tell myself that she deserves better, so that I try harder. It is hard to try. I am not even doing my best. I am just passing through.