Hi.

If you're here, you'll notice I have more favorite stories than I have of my own. So, if you stumbled upon my profile, you won't find much but...

If anyone cares why I've only worked on this one fanfic for so long, here it is:

Once upon a yonder time, I was a young girl with fandom fever. I wrote fics left and right, mostly horribly written, grammar-failing filled sexual dribbles of fan fics, but that's not the point. They were still my outlet. Even when I posted the most illegible stories, readers and authors alike reviewed and gave me positive comments. After everything, the worst flame (not really, it was constructive I'm lying) I received was someone telling me to hit space after my punctuation marks! I started The Phoenix of My Soul (once known as You Set My Soul On Fire) after my hormones smacked me in the face with a case of depression and all that other crap. I had followers and reviews even though the way it was written really really didn't deserve that much attention or applause. After a while in real life, I found myself treading softly on eggshells, as I was in an abusive relationship. From then on, I continued writing some warped versions of my fanfic in a shitty handmade journal. Through the emotional/physical abuse, I penned down this story every time I got the chance. It sounds crazy, I know, but I guess I'm crazy. It was literally all I had. After two years, I finally got out and went straight into therapy. All kinds. Even the ones that are frowned upon. Being a couch surfer for a year, I found a job and a stable place. I was free to write, and I had the (hate to insult myself) education and motivation to write out this fan fiction in a legible and pleasing matter. So, I re-wrote the story, fixing up what I could and throwing out what wasn't needed for the better. Along this process, my computer became corrupted and fucking (excuse my french) deleted all my finished chapters. I went numb and literally said "screw it" for who knows how many months, until I was so pissed at myself I had to write again. Chapter one came out of my fingers before I knew it and I couldn't stop after that. This story, these random plots and thoughts and ideas won't leave me alone. I don't care if it's up to par with most stories on here, I just care about finishing it. I've started over too many damn times to give up, and it's gotten to the point where this story contains the finish line for one of my personal life goals. I know, it sounds stupid crazy ridiculously dumb, but I've gotta do this for me. It's personal.

I'm not asking for anything, but I hope that the people who decide to sit down and read it enjoy it. And I'm really thankful for the people who decided to support me through all my self doubt. Thanks.

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Be damned if I do, be damned if I don't.

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DISCLAIMER*

I DON'T OWN ANY CHARACTERS THAT I WRITE ABOUT EXCEPT HIRO. HE'S MY CREATION. MINE.

I DON'T OWN ANY FINAL FANTASY SERIES OR ITS CHARACTERS.

I DON'T OWN KINGDOM HEARTS, SORA, AXEL, ROXAS, DEMYX, ETC.

ALSO, I DON'T OWN *ANY* READ THAT AGAIN *ANY*ARTWORK.

Pace!