The name's Bailey, I'm sixteen years of age and a true writer. I normally write poetry, but I've found myself writing stories lately (mostly inspired by my dreams.) I figured I'd might as well join. So, I adore Leverage, Castle, Ghost Whisperer, and Bones. I will probably go ninja assassin on you and eat your face. My friends refer to me as God. I have an extensive vocabulary (and I know how to use it.) Scary, huh? I enjoy criticizing the work of others. If I'm hard on you just suck it up and listen to what I say; I'm probably right. When I tell you your story is going too fast, slow down; when I say you're not being descriptive enough, impress me and make it all seem real. I am cocky and arrogant, so get the heck over it already. I don't care about your feelings. It's the Internet, GROW UP. I will most likely be on my Blackberry telling you what's wrong with your story. Insult me all you want, because it's the Internet and I have better things to do than give a care what you think about me being blunt and rude. Teenage love is stupid. So is stupidity. So is Spongebob and Men Of a Certain Age. My teachers fear my wrath and my writing. Recently I have come to the conclusion that humanity sucks. You all know that it's true. Don't deny it. Hanson is definitely not my real last name. Bailey isn't my real first name. It's my middle name. And now I'm using it as my first name. Learn it, know it, love it, embrace it. My poetry beats yours about the head with a two by four that has a rusty nail protruding from the end your poetry is being hit with. It shall die of Tetanus. And then I will laugh at its funeral. Aren't I just a cheery little rainbow? Or am I the stingy leprechaun at the end that bites people? Trust me, I'm giddy and when I'm giddy I'm cruel. But in a funny sort of way. Get over it. I'm a Stana Katic fangirl. I adore Jennifer Love (Hewitt) and Reese Witherspoon. My phone is stupid so I have no line breaks. Tough luck, I'm still epic. Peace out, suckers!