My name is extrememly confidental and knowing it will make your brain implode and personally, stains like that are hard to get out of the carpet. You will thank me. Anyways, you aren't here to know me, right? We all know that. You wanna read. Perfectly understandable and I will try my hardest to give you what you desire must but don't be mistaken. I am no genie or magical creature that'll answer your every wish. I am merely a mortal who likes to write as an outlet and has decided to share my poorly-written ideas with all of you kind people. Nothing is perfect as I'm not that great of a writer but I hope you will at least enjoy it in some form of way.

... If you do what to know about me, (which I don't understand why) here's a little taste. Otherwise, just skip merrily on to the stories.

Name: We already discussed this in the above passage. You may address me with whatever you see fit. Pirate is good enough.
Age: I can tell you that the number of years my body has been here but it isn't the same as the age of my mind. Just saying.
Location: We've abandon we little corner of the world in Michigan to the mountains of Tennessee. I have to admit, I miss my city.
Gender: I am a lady, thank you.
Interesting Fact: I have an irrational fear of attic doors and basements. Yes, the attic DOORS. A creepy entrance scares me more than the actual place because I always have the misfortune of acquiring the room attached to the attic and what do I get to stare at on a daily bases: the attic door. You see my point, right? Basements, I just don't like. You don't know what has gone on in there in the past. It's a creepy place. End of story.