Hey, I am a new fan-fiction author.

Name: Wouldn't you like to know?

Sex: Male

Age: hehe

Fanfiction: Romance, Adventure

Sports: Baseball, Football, and other stuff i don't feel like writing

Hobbies: Playing guitar, piano, violin, reading books, playing video games, and cooking

Favorite Music Genres: Heavy metal, Country, J-pop, J-rock, and K-pop

Favorite Bands: Avenged Sevenfold, One Ok Rock, Green Day, Supercell

My Athentic Japanese name is 中島 Nakashima (Center of the Island) 真 Chinichi (One Truth)

Look here for your own: You know you want to!

I don't really like to talk about myself. I usually spend all my time on the computer or phone looking for new songs to play on my guitar. I watch all anime (But love watching romance the most, Don't judge me!!) I believe that when someone starts a fanfic, they should finish it. NO EXCUSES, only if the computer crashes and the files are deleted, but even then they can start again. The viewers always come first to an author.

Figured that this might apply to a lot of people so I just decided to copy and paste this. Agree or disagree I don't really care, but I find a lot of truth in this.

I'm sorry

that I bought you roses
to tell you that I like you

I'm sorry
That I was raised with respect
not to sleep with you when you were drunk

I'm sorry
That my body's not ripped enough
to "satisfy" your wants

I'm sorry
that I open your car door,
and pull out your chair like I was raised

I'm sorry
That I'm not cute enough
to be "your guy"

I'm sorry
That I am actually nice;
not a jerk

I'm sorry
I don't have a huge bank account
to buy you expensive things

I'm sorry
I like to spend quality nights at home
cuddling with you, instead of at a club

I'm sorry
I would rather make love to you then just screw you
like some random guy.

I'm sorry
That I am always the one you need to talk to,
but never good enough to date

I'm sorry
That I always held your hair back when you threw up, and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car,
but when we went out you went home with another guy

I'm sorry
That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere,
but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend

I'm sorry
If I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around

I'm sorry
If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work

I'm sorry
that you can't realize.. I've been the one all along.

I'm sorry
If you read this and know somebody like this
but don't care

But most of all

I'm sorry
For not being sorry anymore

I'm sorry
That you can't accept me for who I am

I'm sorry
I can never do anything right, and nothing that I do is good
enough to make it in your world.

I'm sorry
I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it, I thought that was what friends were for...

I'm sorry
That I told you I loved you and actually meant it.

I'm sorry
That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your boyfriend was threatening you instead of spending time with my family.

I'm Sorry
That I cared

I'm sorry
that I listen to you at night talking about how you wish you could have done something different.

Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well ladies, next time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining to, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head "Why won't you give me a chance?"
Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you.

If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, copy and paste into your profile as 'I'm sorry'

If you're one of the FEW girls with enough BALLS to copy and paste this into your profile, and you would never make your guy feel this way, copy and paste into your profile as 'Girls Don't Realize These Things'

The Monster Without A Name

A long, long time ago in a land far away,

There was a monster without a name. The monster wanted a name so badly. So the monster left to go on a journey to find a name. But the world was so large that he split into two to make his journey. One went to the west and the other went towards the east. The monster who went to the east found a village.

At the entrance of the village there was a blacksmith.

“Mr. Blacksmith, please give me your name,” said the monster.

“You can’t give away your name,” the blacksmith replied.

“If you give me your name, I’ll enter you and give you strength.”

“Really? If you can make me stronger, then I’ll give you my name.” The monster entered the blacksmith. The monster became Otto the Blacksmith Otto the Blacksmith became the strongest man in the village.

But one day he said, “Look at me. Look at me. Look at how large the monster inside me has become.”

Crunch Crunch! Munch Munch! Chomp Chomp! Gulp!

The hungry monster ate Otto from the inside out. The monster returned to being a nameless monster. Even when he entered Hans the Shoemaker…

Crunch Crunch! Munch Munch! Chomp Chomp! Gulp! He returned to being a nameless monster. When he entered Thomas the Hunter…

Crunch Crunch! Munch Munch! Chomp Chomp! Gulp! He once again returned to being a nameless monster.

The monster came to a castle looking for a wonderful name. In the castle, there was a sick boy.

“If you give me your name, I’ll give you strength.”

“If you can cure this illness and make me strong, I’ll give you my name.” The monster entered the boy. The boy became well. The king was so pleased!

“The prince is well! The prince is well!” The monster liked the boy’s name. He also liked living in the castle. So even though he was hungry, he endured. Every day his stomach growled, but he endured it. However, he was so hungry that one day he said,

“Look at me. Look at me. Look at how large the monster inside me has become.” The boy ate the king and even his servents.

Crunch Crunch! Munch Munch! Chomp Chomp! Gulp!

Since there was no one there anymore, the boy went on a journey. He kept on walking for days and days.

One day, the boy met the monster who traveled to the west.

“I have a name. It’s a wonderful name, too.” The monster who went to the west said,

“I don’t need a name. I’m happy even without a name.” We just have to accept that we are monsters without a name. The boy ate the monster who went to the west.

The monster finally had a name, But all the people who could call him by that name have disappeared. And Johan was such a wonderful name, too.