i drink coffee at midnight. i sing horribly while i take hot showers that last for weeks. i prefer my romance novels to lean more to the realistic than to the happily-ever-after scenarios. and i would like to point out once and for all that i loved muse before twilight.
i have my scars i have my flaws i have my stories that can only be told without using words.
i make too many pillowbooks and then fill them up with BS and end them too abruptly.
this is attempt #7.