Me, Myself, and My Demented Mind

Well, there’s not much to say about myself. I’m just a regular 15 year old girl, well… not entirely regular, let me fill you in: I hate make-up with a passion, clothes are definitely not a priority to me, and I rarely gossip as many girls my age are known to do. There, I’ve said it!

Updates as of April 5, 2002 (11:03 pm, I can feel insomnia taking over)

Do you have enough heart to forgive a struggling writer? I pray you do, for I have not done anything over these past two weeks. Though, that doesn’t mean I haven’t tried. I want to apologize once more for my ignorance and empty promises. I know I said I was going to finalize my novels, but I just haven’t gotten around to it. The ideas are in my head, but I just can’t seem to get them down in sequential order. It’s madness I tell you, and also the measly 6 hours of sleep I have roughly gotten each day within the past week (this is a person who gets at least 8 hours a day on a regular basis). What can I tell you, for I do not wish to promise you anything. All I can say is have patience. Something will come up sooner or later. Meanwhile, would you be so kind as to reading my poems: From Sinners’ Hell to Saints’ High Clouds and The Slums.

* I would like to tell all of my readers something that is extremely important to me: If you don’t like any of my work, please, FLAME ME. Review honestly, give me tips, tell me what I should, or shouldn’t have done! PLEASE, I am seriously considering a career in writing and I’ll need to learn soon what it means to be rejected from the readers! So do me this favor, be honest with your reviews… tell me straight and simple. *