Samantha. Fifteen. Tall. Girl. Writer.

It's who I am. Love it or leave it. It doesn't matter. I'm okay with who I am (Not really, but I am with what I do) and all the people around me should be too. Only they're not. Assface (Thanks, Spencer for that) on my bus is officially calling me Sandwich-No-Friends. (Did anyone notice that I was thanking my character for a name insult? The character that I created, and think for?) Right now I'm considering myself as a waste of space, another person not worth while breathing the air that you lot do. No point really. Not in me. If someone offered me a completely fast, painless death, then I would probably take it. I'm not suicidal. Not depressed (Trust me, I know what that's like). I just have this sense of hopelessness, and meaninglessness. But then again, who gives a shit about my angst? I'm not even sure I do. I'd rather just put my head down and write. Write, write, write. The issue with my writing is that I've been recieving strongly contradicting opinions. One reviewer has drilled into me that Sienna is too whiney, and needs to grow up, and another is saying that Sienna is an awesome character, and now that I am making an effort to not make her whiney, I have changed her into a Bella Swan (Which isn't a positive, apparently) And you know what? I'm just going to head where I'm going with Where I'll Leave Tomorrow, and you're either going to like it, or your going to hate it (Though, I'm sure we can all agree (When the time comes) that my idea is completely ingenius) Lol. Vain much? Nope. Not me. Wow. Well that was a big paragraph... I'm off now to write chapter eight of WILT.

Did anyone notice...?

These Lives I Walk... Where I'll Leave Tomorrow

a.k.a

TLIW... WILT

It's the same, abbreviated and backwards... Am I the only one that finds things like that really cool...?

Read. Write. Be Happy.

(Bloody hypocrite)

"Take these broken wings and learn how to fly"