"I am the one who writes my own story. I'll decide the person I'll be. What goes in the plot, and what does not, is pretty much up to me."
People always tell me that I hate people. They say, "Oh, her? She just hates people."
I'm normal, though. There are people I hate and there are people I don't hate. Why people feel the need to point out the few I hate is beyond my understanding. And at this point I'm not certain I want to understand.
I live in a constant haze of confusion. The only way for me to understand something is to create it.
An Island of Nothing will be going through some major editing some time in the future. As you can probably tell by comparing it to The Voluntary Recluse, it needs a lot of work. My grammar and vocabulary has improved since then, I'd like to think, so it won't be continued until I've edited what I have so far.