i am a very random person so i am warning you that what follows this sentence might scar you for eternity...

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so, first off, my name is eliza yuu and i go by the liz, ellie, and for some people yuu. i am sixteen. i am a first year college student taking up behavioral sciences. and no, don't ask me what i want in life because i still don't have an answer for that question. i have dark chestnut-colored hair. i have dark brown eyes. i am plain. i graduated as well... just a 'graduate'. i am not good in math, heck i almost flunked calculus! i am not good in physics. i perform okay in chemistry. i am horrible in music. i dance okay. i can draw stick people and animals and houses. i also fight with my siblings. i stalk people but not the butcher knife-wielding type of stalk but more like blog-observing, quote-memorizing kind of stalk. and i do that to only a few people. i am in like with someone who exists and who is sadly taken. i am in love with lots of guys who are fictional and so high-up that even meeting them sounds impossible for me.

i love coffee though it seems to damage my body in one way or another. i love poems. i love angst-y stories. and humorous ones. not to mention (though i'll mention it anyway) romance stories. but come to think of it, i love all genres so it all boils down to one thing: i love stories. maybe because of the fact that the realm of fantasy is much more likable than the reality that we get to face every darn time we open our eyes and that the crisp air mentioned in books is so much better to inhale than the polluted smog that hung over the light-dotted skies of the cities (not that i love the greenery more than the city buzz, it's actually the other way around). but going back to why i prefer the world of dreams, it really doesn't matter why we seek comfort in a world apart from the one we have to live in, what matters is the happiness it brings you (oh, my. sorry for the "deep" moment. i got possessed. sorry, i got sidetracked). anyway, there are really many things that i love but for now, these are the only ones i can think of.

i hate a lot of things, actually. but i thought of all of the loathsome things around me and came to realize that i only hate these things because i see these things in myself. hard to explain but let me give you an analogy. it's just like how lord voldemort tried to hard to kill off muggles, muggleborns and half-blood because of the loathing he felt toward his muggle excuse of a father. see?

okay. i'm rambling. i'll stop after this line. oh, please read and review my fanfics and tell me what you think of them. i promise to come up with better ones and promise to improve "Home" the only non-oneshot/non-twoshot i have. thanks! :0

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tell me, did you sail across the sun? did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded, and that heaven is overrated?