General Information:
Name- L. Kantenseter. Beyond that, it's none of your damn business.
Age- Year of the Horse; Aries. Beyond that, you can do the math.
Gender- Female. Like none of you could have guessed.
Appearance- Blonde-haried; blue-eyed; Damn proud of it.
AKA- Blackrose Kitsune. Click to go to my fanfiction account.
People who Inspire me to Write Better:
Dillutional - She's a good pal and I adore her poetry and songs.
KyoHana - A buddy I met through fanfiction. Her haiku is amazing; her prose beautiful.
04142008- Saying something just to let you few who read my works know that I am still alive. The past few months have been hectic with the school year winding down, and therefore I haven't found as much time as I'd have liked to do any worthwhile writing. On the up side, I'm working bit-by-bit on Take Back the Night again, so maybe pieces of that will be posted soon-ish. (Skeptic me says don't excpect anything before next year, still, but... whatever.) In other news, yes, I did update today. Goodnight is pretty much a companion piece to Soon, as both poems stem from my current inability to deal with my Soldier's absence. But that's neither here, nor there, really. Because I doubt any of you really care. You do, or you don't. I'm not psychic and I don't know. You'll have to tell me. So be kind at inflate my writer's ego and tempt the muse to return to things not of the war-bound, love-sick, and lonely categories, eh?
There is only one prospect worse than being chained to an intolerable existence: The nightmare of a botched attempt to end it.
Maturity begins to grow when you can sense your concern for others outweighing your concern for yourself.
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