(Was Wing0fAnAngel, but then I realized that name was stupid so I picked an even more ridiculous name that makes even less sense. I'm not going to change it again because I need my people to recognize me.)

Basically I just write about random shit my brain comes up with. My earlier writings are super terrible because I've had this account since I was 13 so beware. I would delete them but I'm proud of how far I've come and how much better my writing has gotten. If you want to read something decent I would recommend things written in 2015 or later, but hey if you want to feel significantly better about your own writing go check out the earlier stuff.

I write mainly about topics that mean something to me or have impacted my life in some way. I started out with dentist stories to cope with a severe dental phobia, and slowly it started to desensitize me to where I could talk about it. It was a way of telling my story without having to talk about it with a real human that could judge me. But I met friends on here that I grew to love and trust and they have helped me so much (and I fucking love every one of them to death). In my writing, you might have also notice themes of self-harm, eating disorders, anxiety/panic attacks. I had a tough upbringing and I've struggled with mental illness since before I even realized what it was. For a long time, I struggled with finding a way to validate my pain and finding some type of control over my life. Through trial and error, I found writing. I honestly think it saved my life. Through it, I met friends that I couldn't imagine not having in my life now. I also found a coping mechanism that wasn't destructive and or slowly killing me (you can tell I'm a writer with that description, damn bitch be more dramatic). Sometimes writing isn't good enough and it's difficult not to turn back to those bad things but as of right now I can safely say I'm okay. (Not great or content with where I am in my life but we'll get there.) I've been clean from self-harm since June 23rd of 2014 and I'm really proud of that. I still sometimes struggle with food but most of the time I eat when I'm hungry like a normal person. As for the anxiety I mentioned earlier, I don't think its something I'll ever completely get rid of. But I'm trying my best to grow into a young adult and find some type of independence despite the anxiety. I won't let it take over my life.

I want to branch out into more normal stories so soon you might see more relatable themes like unrequited love in my work. One day I might even try to take on a supernatural type story because I will always have a soft spot for my little gay vampires.

Anyway, I'm currently still in school and possibly working part-time for moo-la depending on when you're reading this. So still pretty far from any type of career but like I said earlier, we'll get there. I can see my future going one of two ways. I would love to find a way to pursue writing. I love books but I would also love to write for a TV show or maybe create my own, that'd be so cool. Dialogue and witty banter are my strong points, but I also love taking on more serious topics and educating people. It really inspires me to see how much tv and film can inspire people and I would love to do that one day. But with all of that being said I know making it as a writer isn't easy and it can be a play on luck at times. So my other possible path would be pursuing dentistry if I can miraculously pull a good work ethic out of my ass to make it through that much school. It's always interested me and I would love to be able to help people like me because I know first hand how hard it can be to overcome a phobia like that. If I could just help one person, be the kind understanding dentist they need to get over their fear, all of the shit I've been through would be worth it. I have the heart for it but I'm not impressively smart and I have trouble with gross things so if I do choose that path I've got a lot to overcome. Basically, I either get to try to make it as a struggling artist or I have to go from dental phobe to actual dentist (with average intelligence and a weak stomach). I'm fucked either way and I'm sure I've set goals too high for myself but I know I'll be miserable if I don't pick one. Maybe I'm just destined for a life filled with unhappiness, we'll see. I think I just need to get on my knees and pray for a damn miracle. (Fuck! Adult decisions, am I right? This shit is overrated.)

Congratulations you now know more about me than most of my friends and my entire family (because being truthful is easy when it's to a laptop). I don't know if anybody is gonna read this but if you did I just want you to know you're never gonna get the minutes of your life you spent reading this back and that's on you. That's your life. This is also my life. Okay, I'm finished. This is the "better bio" I promised to write 2 years ago and it's probably the most honest thing I've ever written so you should all feel damn honored.

Story Updates:

Don't You Know the Kids Aren't Alright? : Just posted the 3rd chapter. More coming soon enough. I love how I set up this thing to let you guys know how my stories are coming along but so far it's mostly been me saying I'll get it out when I get it out dammit.

I Think You're My Best Friend: This story is finished!

Party Poison: This story is finished!

I'll Keep Singing This Lie If You'll Keep Believing It: Guys, okay listen. I love this story and I wanna finish it. I promise it's not abandoned. I just really wanted to write the next part from personal experience but I can't seem to get my life together. Don't expect an update soon. I've been known to put off my own appointments for a very long time.

Not Just Another Patient: I forgot I left this story on a cliffhanger honestly. I have nothing written for it. I started this story when I was 13 or 14 and my writing has changed a lot since then. The last 2 chapters with the OCs are pretty good I think because I wrote them more recently but I don't know where I'm going with it. Consider this story mostly abandoned unless I get hit with muse, but I'm putting most of the shit I was channeling to write Skyler's character into Jeff from I'll Keep Singing This Lie.

I Wanna See Your Real Smile: This story is shit. Why is anyone still reading it? Find something better to read honestly. Themes from this story are in I'll Keep Singing This Lie and they are conducted far better than what I did here. Please stop asking if I'll update this story. It's dead. Let this disgrace die in peace.

If You Needed Me: This story is finished.

The Yellow Pencil Sharpener: Dead. Shit story. Don't read it. The author's note in the second chapter is literally the only good part.

None of my other stories are important enough to mention so consider them dead if otherwise mention above.

Stories To Come:

The Truth of [Un]requited Love: Wow I'm working on a normal story. That's crazy. Listen, a girl's gotta put her heartbreak into something. This story is Niff with a side of Sebastian. Takes place at Dalton while they're all teenagers. I like the banter so far. Idk when it'll be up but I really wanna test my skills as a writer and see if I could pull off a story like this. That's all I have to tell you about it for now.