I love writing and so I figured why not try writing a few fanfics.

Facts about me(nothing personal though)

Hatred

-I despise everyone and everything

-I don't like anyone

-I hate everyone(no offense I'm just not a people person)

-I hate the hot

-I hate the cold

Affection

-I love animals

-I love writing

-I love books, they are my first and will always be my true love

-I'm one of those weird people who love school

Random

My friends call me crazy and weird. I would like to point this out to everyone. I am neither crazy nor weird. I am insane. I am not the kind of insane that you know you can laugh at when I freak out. No I'm the kind of insane where you want to get away from me as fast as you can when I freak out. I mean I appreciate my friends acknowledging I am different, but crazy and weird are too subtle. I refer the term insane. It's much more fitting. If you piss me off on one of the days where I'm tired, and that is most days, and I am near a sharp object, I will lunge at you with that shark object and threaten to stab you or slit your throat. I may just cackle or chuckle as an evil grin slowly emerges from my face and just look at how the object gleams or if it's something like a sharp pencil, admire how sharp it is. I think a few of the adults think I need some therapy. I don't know though. I get mixed emotions sometimes. Some run in fear and some just flinch or look like they are going to throw up even. Most just cower and avoid me for the next few days. I don't know why, I just tell them that if you snap the tendon in your finger it snaps like a rubber band back to your elbow and the doctor has to fish it out of there to reattach it. That's not wrong is it?

I have a friend who's crazy. Not insane like moi, just crazy. I have normal friends too, but we don't chat as much as when I was the sweet little girl who loved pink and believed in unicorns. I am not sweet, I am not cute, I am not a princess, I hate pink, I'm allergic to flowers, I don't believe in unicorns, though I do believe that they missed the memo about Noah's Arc. Then again, so did griffins, and Pegasus's and even Phoenix's. I love black, because I love darkness, solitude, shadows and it's easy to hide in the dark with black. I love red because of obvious reason's if you read the thing above. Blood and I do believe that red shows anger and darkness that even black cannot portray. Many call me a morbid person. I do not disagree. Everyone must die at some point in life, and for many lives now a days, they are cut short. I just write about them and talk about them in my own stories. Not that they did happen. My stories are fiction mainly and of course on this site will be. My name is ironic really. I looked around and not a single pocket knife or knife in any of the stores had my name engraved in it. I found it sad and frustrating. Just because if you hear my name you think a sweet, innocent girl who loves everyone and everything, doesn't mean there are some that love knives, death and torture.

Those who have read everything above and are thinking of calling the police, don't. I know where everyone lives and, quite frankly, I can track you down. Your computers and devices are traceable. Don't alert anyone if you are frightened, you have been warned. Have a very nice day!