
My name is Elle.
My favourite things to collect are pens, notebooks, handbound journals, tea light candles and lanterns, guitar picks and embarrassing moments.
People tell me I'm an extrovert, but I feel socially inept, and I don't like going out at all. My sister doesn't believe that I am a Melancholic person. But I am.
I prefer to be holed up in my room reading,writing, playing Aiden (my guitar), making cards and books, or just letting my mind wander and wonder.
My friends tell me I'm weird, I don't know why, based from societal definitions I am not even a geek or a nerd. I have learnt not to take offence at their comments. My weirdness keeps me sane.
My style of writing is straightforward. I rarely use polysyllabic words and I rarely use words that need to be replaced by a bleep during primetime TV.
Comments/Reviews are appreciated, but please be nice. :) You can forewarn me of acerbic comments that you have made so that I can prepare myself emotionally. My ego is so small, I'm afraid it will shrink and collapse inward if I get flamed. Thank you.
update: May 14 2008
I've only uploaded three year old pieces, I just rediscovered my FictionPress account.