People call me Courtney.

I blow out all 15candles on Febuary 15th. (not a coincidence)

When my pencil hits the paper/fingers hit the keyboard, all that comes to mind is thought out characters and plots, that I can think about and get them down for hours a day, only being able to imagine the happy times of them.

The time I feel relaxed is never.

When I look for advice, all I get is things I already knew, that don't help at all.

When I look around the classroom, I see myself and a blank wall that's blocking me from everything.

When I open my mouth to speak, no words come out.

When people look at me, it's like I can read their mine by their expressionless eyes. It's like they put a label on me: Nothing.

I'm bored. :P Anyting else to say :/.

sighs* abcdefish.

im done now

bye.

xXgothicwolvesatnightxX