Every end is just the beginning to yet another life.
Or so I believe.
But, before I go all wise on you, let's get to know me, hmm?
~ About Me ~
Name: No need to know. As far as you are concerned, Scarlett Twilight is my name.
Age: I am immortal.
Location: Wherever you are. I am always in your shadow.
Hobbies: Ah - writing, of course. And reading. Listening to music is also enjoyable.
I would name favorites, but it's quite hard to choose them and it's a very tedious exercise to rack my brain thinking of such a thing when I could spend my time doing more...progressive activities, no?
That's all you'll need to know.
~ Quotes ~
I'll try my best to name the sources.
"I called your girlfriend a Barbie Doll, and she told me to talk to her barcode." - Me
"You can't put everything on my mind on paper." - Me
"I wish my grass was emo so it could cut itself." - ?
"Boys who like you, tease you. Boys who love you, please you." - Me
~ Story Excerpts ~
I don't plan to write any of my poetry on this account, so...
Up-Coming Story: My Cliched Romance --
Sasha rolled her eyes as she scanned the page (or screen, rather) before her. She had spent another sleepless night reading stories online. Lucky for her that her parents had forgotten to cut off the Internet again. She frowned as she read about yet another totally clichéd love story with jocks and cheerleaders to boot. She knew it was so typical, but she could help but read on. Another thing that ticked her off was that the main character, Terry, was the weakest girl on earth! She never spoke up or voiced her opinions – didn't even bother to defend herself when trouble came! Sasha frowned deeper, if that was possible. She absolutely hated girls like that.
She doesn't deserve to get the boy, Sasha thought, pursing her lips. She closed out her Internet browser and decided it was high time for her to go to sleep. She'd been reading for so long she hadn't even noticed how late (or early, rather) it was. 5:29…A.M. Not bad…I've done worse, she smirked to herself. It was true. An all-nighter was nothing. She'd just catch up on the sleep in the afternoon.
Thank goodness for late vacations, she smiled. Sasha turned off her computer screen, suddenly aware of the darkness of her room. She paused her iPod, took off her earphones, took off her hoodie and climbed out of her computer chair. Taking up her quilt as she slid under it onto her mattress, she mumbled to herself about how cold her room was all of a sudden. But then again, you'd expect it to be when you were only wearing your undergarments in the beginning of January, no?
Cuddling her favorite teddy bear, Mr. Hercules, she snuggled up inside her quilt as was asleep in no time.
~ Epiphanies ~
Omitting the truth is as bad as a lie.
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