Hey, I'm Thisara.kudos to those who guessed that's not my real name, and less to those who guessed that this isn't my real story. Things that are true are: I'm paranoid; I love reading; I love writeing: and I love judging and being jugded. I will be horribly brutely honest. I'm also dyslexic and couldn't spell if my life depended on it.

My fake story, or maybe it's my real story, you'll never know.

I was born in a small town in the middle of no where, A.K.A. Kansas. Please keep all wizard of oz references to yourself. I have more siblings than I can keep track of, and four out of the six of us were born in august. I still don't know what happens in december, and really i don't want to know.

I didn't stay at the same school for more than a year. It wasn't because we moved a lot. We did, but not that often. I was a problem child, I was stupid and bullied for it. I hated everyone and everything and tried to fix myself by submerging into my books. I've started writing a couple originals but I don't think I'll ever finish anything.

Impressed yet? I'm not.

Anyway one of the things I do to deal with pain is troll. So if I say something stupidly offencive please remember that it wasn't really intended for you. It was a comment I thouht of far to late, intended for someone who said something cruel to me before. I'm not out to hurt anyone.

On the brighter side of my life, yes it exist, I have a supportive loveing family, a handful of true friends, and if everything goes well, I'll be atending a certain college of my dreams in just two years. :)

After college I'm hoping to own my own book and pastry shop in some small town up north. I really love the cold and the snow. I long for a small tight community and maybe I will publish a book of my own.