I'm one of those people who doesn't really get traumatized if someone doesn't like what I write. Questions, comments and cries of outrage are welcome. Tell me what you really think and forget that "if you can't say anything nice..." deal.

I have voices inside my head. Once in a while I wonder how seriously I should take that. My friend named them for me a while back.
There's Greo, my favorite [yes, I do have favorites among voices inside my head]. He can be such a bitch sometimes, but he's the reason I keep my feet on the ground and my head out of the clouds. He tells me what I need to hear and not what I want to. You can hold him responsible for writing such as Prison and Learning With Time.
Then there's Mysha. She's kind of crazy and makes me impulsive. Blame her for insanity like the Sketch. Moreover, blame her for Nothing To Prove. That is definately her department.