Me, Myself and I

hello, hi namaste salaam bonjour (uh...that's all the languages i know)
anyways this is my very first venture into the big bad blog world so i thought i'd start off with a description of my utterly boring self. but since i'm utterly lazy to write it my self (hehehe) you get to read an excerpt from one of my fav stories on fictionpress.com(now removed)

"Who are you?
You are the petulant child,
Always tugging her parents' jacket hems for adult-sized servings of ice cream,
Always proclaiming herself too old for the playground,
But having a go on the slide when no one's looking.
You are the old woman on her porch,
Looking out to the hordes of hopefuls,
Tut-tutting at their foolish dreams of fame and love
While sitting alone and smug in your crushed velvet self-made throne.
You are the wizened, wrinkled teenager,
Feeling out of place with your disillusionment,
Daring to be happy and hopeful only when the odds are unquestioningly in your favor,
Young but thinking you're old.

-Robin Davis, The Cynic's Creed, http://www.toastsnatcher.com/stuff/cynics_creed.htm

yup that extremely gushy decription fits me to a T. I have been brought up too fast and now struggle to grow back. At 12, i was 23 and at 16, i am 18. Friend to everyone and girlfriend to none. enough of the sob story. This is me inside out and i have stories to tell so...

ciao