Name: Stephanie, or Steph for short.

Age: 17 years old, born 29th July 1992.

Location: Australia

About Me: I'm typically a musician. I write and play my own music and I have already established a rather good income from it. My forte is in Saxophone and Clarinet, but I do like to dabble with Piano, mostly for a friend. I'm a short brown haired girl, standing at about 5'4", and unfortuantly, weighs slightly too much for my size. I like to pretend I'm good at writing- I know I'm not. I've written only creative writing tasks for school and participated in roleplays since I was 12. Yet writing a full blown fanfiction has been a dream of mine, and I hope to do so with "10,009", my first fan fiction that will be see by others. I'm attempting to get over a caffiene addiction, which doesn't seem to be working, as I'm highly dependant on the substance to keep me awake long into the hours of the night. "Just Call Me Sunshine" is a joke, really. I've often been told my smile is like the sun coming out from behind clouds, yet I know it's not the case. shrug I have carpal tunnel in both hands, (they're my most used appendages, and from an accident in my childhood that resulted in my left arm becoming near useless), and I will end up either having to have surgery to repair the damage or have braces put on my hands. I'm starting to take a plethora of medication to keep the pain down (and for various other things) and spending less and less time playing music, which in itself is so depressing I can barely see straight. I spend alot of my days wishing they'd go by faster and most of my nights waiting for something to happen which never does. I'm naturally left handed, and have been proved ambidextrous- mostly because I've been forced to write with my right hand for over 10 years. My only interest right now is satisfying the one person who means any thing to me.. which I can't right now, which is, again, depressing. Oh well, enough of my whinging.

Reasons for doing things: This is more so for myself, to remind me why I'm still here.

For her, for music, for my parents. For my nephew, for hope that he conveys of innocence retained.

But most of all for her.