okay, so one day i sat down to write a book and realised i couldn't write books for my life, but i could write poems and short prose and sometimes even song lyrics...

so i decided to get on deviantART and find out if i was any good, but shield myself from people at the same time. you see, i wasn't too thrilled about splaying my emotions and thoughts out onto a page and having people read and judge... so i kept myself anonymous and posted bits and pieces on here...

to the people i did tell about this: thank you for not ripping me apart. your opinions and thoughts meant and still mean the world to me.

to the ones i didn't tell: i wish i could've. i really did want to, i was just too cowardly to do so and if i added you and commented any of your work, it's because i truly believe in it's brilliance. none of what i wrote was in any way a lie.

well, there it is.
the confession of one pathetically afraid little girl.

so here i am; love me or hate me.


xo.