"How long, O heart, this burning like the moth?
How long this aversion to the ways of true manhood?
Burn thyself once for all in thy own flame,
How long this fluttering around the stranger’s fire?
Every atom a candidate for greatness!"
- Allaama Muhammad Iqbal

Reading, writing, daydreaming, getting angry over trivial things (and serious things), allowing fictional characters and stories to ruin my life, uselessly procrastinating.
That is me.
Hi.

My FictionPress/writing life:
Basically non-existent these past couple of years. Same with writing; I have a love/hate relationship with it and will go on for months without any creative output, mostly due to lack of motivation/creativity and due to life circumstances.
Reviews are life. I review what comes, what I choose; I don't particularly do return-reviews and am horrible at replying to reviews. Apologies in advance.
Plagiarism? Plagiarisers should be force-fed broccoli and all the veggies they hate for the rest of their lives while being hung over hungry sharks. Yes, it's that bad. Just don't do it. It's stealing, even if it's somebody's measly poem on the internetz.

My 'Works' (cue derisive laughter):
- Anthology of Correspondence: Seeing as I've been in an absolutely dark pit when it comes to poetry... Will still attempt. WIP.
- Saver: I've started over the damn thing twice throughout two years. Always keep coming back and finding stuff I want to fix. Tentatively WIP.

That'll be all.
Thanks for taking a peek here.
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