I hate writing personal notes because I always make myself sound like an idiot. Anyway, I'm sixteen years old and I enjoy writing, obviously, because otherwise I would not be here, would I?
P.S. Why not check out my sorely neglected Cain and Able fic?
Life is like a box of chocoloates, a cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift no one ever asks for. Unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So you're stuck with this mostly undefinable whipped mint crap, mindlessly wolfed down when there's nothing else to eat during the game. Sure, once in a while you get a peanut butter cup or an English toffee, but it's gone too soon and the taste is fleeting. In the end you're left with nothing but broken bits of hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts, which if you are desperate enough to eat, leaves nothing but useless brown paper wrappers. - The Cigarette Smoking Man