One more semester to go, and I'll be out of this hell hole.

Then the stories will start reflecting the fear and anticipation of no longer a high school student, but a college freshman, in all her soon-to-be 18 years of glorious shooting stars that she calls vague memories.
This is an archive of the sleepless long nights that her youth was made of; of those infinate moments, when nothing could touch her and she was above the world (on the top level of a two level parking garage); of the boy named trouble that she would have done anything at one point to have; to the scars, and the memory that love is not like anything, especially a fucking knife.

My name is Lin.
LinLin, L, LaiLai, Jack...whatever you want to call me, the more creative the better. The obsessive anime freak that wishes she could think like Chuck Palanhuik and Chuck Klosterman; who would give her hands to write like her best friend, and who wishes she had more self motivation in general.

She's finally woken up at the start of the end of the world,
but it doesn't look like anything has really changed.

UPDATES~

Okay peoples...I'm sorry. This isn't my real account. See, my darling father changed from Charter.net email/phone service to Bellsouth.net email/phone service. So I can't access my old email. Which means I can't get my password for my old FanFiction.net account. Which means I had to start a new one. Which is a btch. It annoys the hell out of me. So, if you actually want to see what I've written, look at my old account, because I haven't written anything new enough to post on this one yet.

CLICK HERE FOR OLD ACCOUNT