Author has written 6 stories for Fantasy, Horror, General, General, and Life.

All right, I'm back, hopefully better than ever, but I'm not making any promises. You see, there was once a girl who ate, drank, slept and breathed words. She would read literally a book a day, they were, and stil are, her life blood. But something happened, something that even she is stil trying to place. But yet she can't quite pin it down. Leave it at that. Something happened. She used to live for writing, her own and others. Again, something happened. She had been dating a nice boy, and being with him seemed to give her more insperation than ever before, she was churning out chapters a week. Then it was gone. Seven or eight months into the relationship she couldn't write anymore. She lost interest in reading, taking days and days to finish a book. Everything was suddenly off....she never had been an overly happy person until she met him...but suddenly she was desolate...she had been keeping a secret locked inside her for years, finally realizing what it was, what it meant, she lost it. Apparently she had been suffering from depression since sixth grade, it was now nineth. Like with Louis in interview, the food sickened her, even the air seemed vile. After ten months, she broke up with the boy. She couldn't stand the idea of bringing all her pain to him. She loved him, honestly and truely, in the way that only matters in fairy tales, hard times and the real world, and if she hurt herself while dating him, she knew he'd do something sweet, but ultimately stupid. Now, one year later she is still recovering, taking meds, and in therapy. Her writing was slowly coming back, in spurts... mostly fanfictions and smattered bits of poetry....but the enthusiasm, the rush it once gave her was no longer there. Even with the medicines everthing was so hard to control, so hard to understand and figure out. Halloween had been there holiday...nearly the exact point where everything between them had began and ended....so she decided to call him, and the boy she spoke to over the phone was not the boy that she had been in love with...
Suddenly this is so hrd to map out...as if it goes from point a to m to g to c to v to q....and then starts over. But the main point is that things are slowly getting better (at times so slowly that it seems they're getting worse) andthe pain is still there and the writing is still gone.
It hurts... It's like living life with a flame in your chest, then having it suddenly gone.
It kills.
She's dating someone else now, and he and everyone else, knows her secret. She like boys and girls.
But she still suffers, she has to work hard to do better in school...and it's a hard pattern to break. But she's trying, and she's going to try to write again....She's going to try to heal.
Now...All of that was exposition. This is the real begining.
WOOHOO!! I REMEMBERED THE FREAKING PASSWORD!!!