So...my name's Rebekah.Bekah is fine.Becky isn't.I don't really know what to say here...I've been writing my whole life.I've always had a notebook and a pen atatched to me.The doctors tried to remove it once...I think I might have bitten them.I'm a vegan,not that you care.I'm a coffee addict.Black.Mmmm...black coffee at 3am.Double espresso please.Shot of it is great.I'm 15 right now.Yes,I'm gay.Bite me.Who really cares?If you didn't get that from the poems...you're pretty much dumb.Unless you read the ones that are old.Anyway.I really wouldn't change that.I mean,its a bitch,but life normally is.I'm not going to try to be emo here.It might come off that way.Alot of stuff on here is about exes.Which I know is completly old...but oh well.
My inspiration:nature.Life.Love.People.Just look around.A window has so many possibilities its scary to a newbie writer.
I write about life.And death.About killing yourself.
This is something that is useful so I'll share:I did try to do that a few times.Its not a big deal,i don't anymore,and I really,really don't want attention for it.But,I think that its something people ought to know when reading stuff by me.The stuff I say is normally not literal.Unless its old,then it might be.I dunno.Anyway...I'm just me...trying to make it as a writer/singer before selling my soul to my chosen profession of human rights and law.
Life...is inspiration.
Write about it.
Live it.
Love life...and it might just love you back.
Then you get better stories.
And hey,if life hates you and you right about that,the other emos will give you a writing deal and you'll get money and crap.Maybe life doesn't hate you after all.It's just better inspiration.
My spelling/grammer is bad!Don't remind me.
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