A long time ago, I found out that I can't express myself so well. I know it's a bad thing, but I can't help it. Maybe it's my ego. Or maybe i need help. But I couldn't change. That's when I started writing. And I liked it. I've always admired writers because of the way they come up with stories and characters and plots. They're truly gifted. But I'm not. I write when I'm emotional. I write to express myself. To myself. When I'm very angry at someone, or something, I write. When I'm very happy with something, I write. When my nerves wreck, I write.
So, everything you find here are the consequences of my nervous breakdown. In Verdana.
