I'm a girl.

I may be your average American kid, but I'm not spoiled.

I have learned a little too much in my nineteen years of life.

I have come to discover that helplessness is the worst feeling in the world.

I have also come to find that human beings are incredibly horrible creatures most of the time.

I am a loner by nature.

I do not enjoy meeting new people.

I'm shy most of the time, unless I really like you, or you really piss me off.

I'm a little too blunt.

I try not to judge people, and often fail miserably.

I, like everyone else, lose my temper on occasion.

I crave order, but revel in chaos.

I'm weird, and well aware of it.

I lie.

I love water, even though I hate swimming.

Liquids entertain and intrigue me.

I love the rain.

I sleep best during thunderstorms.

Silence is one of the greatest sounds imaginable, but I cannot sleep in it.

I enjoy the night more than the day.

Lying in the grass, looking at the sky, beautiful blue or stormy gray, gives me a feeling of complete and utter freedom.

English is my first language, sarcasm is my second. I speak a little French too.

I ramble, frequently.

I'm very random.

I stress, I freak, I obsess, I overanalyze. It's who I am.

I believe music is a good distraction.

I find that most video games are entertaining, even if they are juvenile.

I wish that most mythical creatures actually existed, and if they do, I want to meet them.

Yoda is one of my idols.

I stick to my principals/morals/ethics like glue.

I like who I am, most of the time, and if you don't, I don't care.

I'm not religious, so please don't try to convert me, because it'll never work.

I think Invader Zim is one of the greatest TV shows ever, along with House.

Johnny the Homicidal Maniac is the best.

Scrambled Eggs at Midnight is one of the funniest and greatest books I've ever read.

Atlas Shrugged is the most amazing novel to ever grace the human species.

I prefer white chocolate over all the other kinds.

Trees are fabulous.

I hate all green foods.

I like the country Italy a lot, I don't know why.

I love my cat, even if he hates me.

I like grilled cheese sandwiches.

I enjoy peanut butter a little too much.

Uncooked carrots are yummy with ranch dressing.

I adore penguins.

I love tigers.

My favorite color is silver.

I love to read.

I live to write.

I am Shadowed and Shattered.

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And now, about my stories:

For I Have Sinned: This story is in progress. It's a sort of... in-direct sequel to Addie and Tria, though it stars Micah, not either of them. I love this story. It's currently on hiatus, though. To be honest... as much as it saddens me, I'm not sure it's something I'm going to finish. I'm considering pulling it from the site. I may post another note in the story sometime soon, when I've made a decision for sure.

Summary: Micah is a hacker with a talent for computers and violence. Coen is a meek haphephobic with a past full of secrets and betrayals. They met at a diner, late one night. Micah showed Coen card tricks. Coen captured Micah's interest effortlessly. But with criminals and cops dogging their every footstep, will their relationship ever have a chance to flourish, or are their many secrets doomed to make it fail?

Wolf: This one shot was sitting, finished, on my hard drive for ages. I finally posted it, however, when Torn and Tattered wrote the first part of a story she was supposed to write and send me ages ago. In any case, I quite like the story. It was an experiment on my part, as I was trying for something different, especially tone wise, then I usually write.

Summary: Left with no choice, Nathaniel will leave his pack, never to return. Unless someone else intervenes.

The End of Fayt: This story is an introduction to my dragons, and is slash. That means male-male relationships. Dedicated to Tragic and Devastated, because she wanted more dragons after I showed her my first ones. This story is a one-shot, and complete.

Summary: Dren and Fayt had nothing in common, one a dragon and crown prince, the other a poor peasant slated to be the king’s new toy. Now, Dren wants nothing more than the dark haired boy, who hates him wholeheartedly. Can the golden dragon make everything right?

Addie and Tria: This story was perhaps the easiest one I've ever written. The first draft was at least. The revising... not so much. I love the end result, however. These boys are cute, fun, and easy to play with. The story itself is complete, and I've added all the drabbles I will be adding. Also, the story is slash, meaning male-male relationships.

Summary: Addie's the golden boy. Tria is the bad boy. Despite the cliché, they're in love with each other. Will it be another story of heartbreak, or will they find their ever-elusive happy ending?

Chain Reaction: This is the direct sequel to Addie and Tria. Three chapters, posted once a week until I'm done, and then one drabble. After that I'm finished with these boys for good. Male-male relationships in this story, again. This story is now complete.

Summary: It's over for them, the golden boy and his darker lover. Is all lost, or do they stand a chance of reconciliation?

A Real Love Story: This story is based on actual events, though I'm neither Alaina or Landon. I'm mentioned in there though. It's a one shot, and you can decide what you think is true and what's made up. There's some of both. Complete.

Summary: Alaina thought it was a prank, a joke to help his reputation. It was cliched from the beginning, the school bad boy and the bookworm, but she fell for him anyway, and he broke her heart.

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There are many people that, given the chance, I would thank them for numerous things. I doubt you want to hear about them though, so I'll save you the time and not even type that. They know who they are, and if they don't, that's my fault.

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Some quotes:

'An avenging angel with no motive is just a thug." -A Thin Dark Line by Tami Hoag

'Speak when you are angry. It will be the best speech that you'll ever regret.'

'A promise is a promise, at least that's what they say. Welcome to reality, they're broken everyday.'

'I write for the same reason that I breathe. Because if I didn't, I'd die.'

'To unending love, to life, to paradise, to Adam and Eve. Everything ends at some point, usually when you least expect it. Cheers to broken hearts and shattered optimism.'

'Just when you think there's no one else to disappoint you, you disappoint yourself.'

'If you love someone, put their name in a circle, not a heart. Hearts can be broken, but circles go on forever.'

'True charity is not just giving a man a dime when he is hungry, but giving a man a dime when you are as hungry as he is and need the dime just as much.'

'Being comfortable in your own skin and content with your own company is a magical gift to yourself and everyone in your life.'

'The horror of finding yourself is realizing that you've been gone.'

'Envy is admiration turned upside down.'

'Never before, never again. You will ignore it and I will pretend.'

'Sick of crying, tired of trying. Yeah, I'm smiling, but inside I'm dying.'

'Thoughts should never exist with a limit.'

'When you gaze long into the abyss... the abyss also gazes into you.'

'Being happy doesn't mean everything is perfect... It just means you've chosen to look beyong the imperfections.'

'Boundaries don't keep people out, they keep you fenced in. Life is messy, that's how we're made, so you can waste your life drawing lines, or you can spend your life crossing them.'

'Sometimes you have to forget how you feel and remember what you deserve.'

'No matter what people tell you, words and ideas can change the world.'

'To deny our impulses is to deny the very thing that makes us human.'

'Don't be reckless with other people's hearts and don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.'

'Another Cutter, Another Freak,

Another Dork, Another Geek,

Another Prep, Another Jock,

Another Whore & More Punk Rock.

Another Hater, Another G.

Another Scar They Put On Me

Another Label Happens To Fall.

When No One Really Knows

The Person At All.'

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I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.

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Now, because this piece is just as moving and true as the other one and, in the words of the person whose profile I saw this on, good things happen too...

I am the guy who came out to the entire school in his senior speech and got a standing ovation for his courage.
I am the girl who kisses her girlfriend on the sidewalk and laughs at those who glare.
We are the couple who planned and studied and got a damn good lawyer and BEAT the state that wanted to take our child away.
We are the ones who took martial arts classes and carry pepper spray and are just too dangerous to gay bash.
I am the transgender person who uses the bathroom that suits me, and demands that any complaining staff explain their complaint to my face in front of the entire restaurant--and shares with my other trans friends which restaurants don't raise a stink.
I am the mother who told her lesbian daughter to invite her girlfriend over for dinner.
I am the father who punished his son for calling you a fag.
I am the preacher who told my congregation that love, not hate, is the definition of a true follower of God.
I am the girl who did not learn the meaning of "homosexual" until high school but never thought to question why two men might be kissing.
I am the woman who argues (quite loudly and vehemently) with the bigots who insist that you do not have the right to marry or raise children.
We are the high school class who agrees, unanimously, along with our teacher, that love should be all that matters.

I am the child who was raised going to gay marriages and civil unions, becuase my parents never taught me to hate.

I am making a difference. Hate will not win if we do not let it. If you agree, repost this.