Yikes, the last time I updated this was on Christmas of '08.

Well I haven't changed much, yet I've changed so much. Kind of hard to explain me, but aren't we all so complicated? :)

I'm not afraid to say I listen to whatever sounds good to me, even if that's horrible typical pop trash to you, or lame sell-out rock music or even lamer Asian music etc.

I'm finally going to the UK/Europe this summer, so I am definitely not updating around June-July.

I'm a University student in my third year, and I've only recently found out what I wanted to do. Which is too late, because I'm kind of already royally messed in the GPA department.

I'll figure something out!

Experience is the best way of learning. Theory is not as good as a true experience, and it never will be.
Even if the experience is bad, we will learn from it -- hopefully.

I've done some bad things, I've also not fallen publicly to peer pressure. I conceal most of my problems, and I handle them on my own. But if it gets to be too big of an issue, don't hesitate to confide in anyone.

I've also been a Dramione fan since I was around 12, and read from this site way back when on some obscure username that I can't log into anymore.

One last thing--

I went through horrible abuse in a relationship.
I went looking for love, instead I received false hope for care that never came,
unless what you meant by care was a lot of controlling,
a lot of false reassurances,
many you can't do that, you can't do this,
you must tell me where you are all the time
you must text me every second of your life, because I must know what you are doing at all times,
who you sit next to, whom you speak to,

You tried to please him in every way possible, succumbing to everything you did not want to do,
in attempts to please him, yet nothing worked. Nothing will ever please a man like this.

In a futile attempt to escape, you confide in a friend who turned his back on you
saying you were trash talking a good man,
that he was doing nothing wrong.
That you were simply exaggerating ...

That's when, you think to yourself, maybe I'm the wrong one? And that's when the cycle gets all out of control.

The type of thing where even after you've found the courage to leave, it haunts you.

Only I was lucky enough to released from this haunting when therapy finally made him realize all the abuse.

Anyway, that's enough rambling from me. Maybe I'll stick it into another horrifying story of mine :-)

My stories are never beta'd. Sometimes they are editted by me, but not thoroughly. I write for fun! And I hope you enjoy.