Yeah, I'm that girl who has another account somewhere on here as well, this time with an account that lets me open my closet till it's slightly ajar. The light of inspiration flowing on my face from that tiny crack seems to compel me to write girl love stories, soft and sweet in kind. Getting flames in this slightly cramped space might be disastrous to my health, so if you're feeling fiery, I ask you just to not read. I'm open to chatting to anyone in particular, even those who've muffled their flames against my stories and intend to release them against me directly. I can take them; my stories, made of nothing more than lonely 1's and 0's, can't. But there's not much use or hope of changing me. I'm sold to the love of both genders.

On this account, I'll also publish stories that are too personal and close to home to post on my other account. Most of them will be taken from my own life. Enjoy.

It seems there has emerged a trend of similar characters named Sam and Annie in my stories. If the stories were to be put in order, it would probably be Meditation, Stop It, The Masquerade, and then In Europe. Perhaps my life will follow that pattern too...