Fingers ache as they tap against the smooth uneven keyboard, nails bleeding as she repeats "Finish. Finish. Finish.". Her heart pounds, head reeling with the onslaught of images- different scenarios, different lives. 

And yet, she lives through this everyday- not because she has to, not for the fame, but the stilling moment of when a happy reader's heart jumps when her heart is revealed in her writing. 

This girl, is no other than myself.

While I do not post, I always write. I simply do not have the confidence to post my creations. However, I am confident enough to tell you in what I believe:

I believe that every writer is a good writer.

I believe that it's okay to love someone of your same sex.

I believe that those who critzie without a real reason is envious.

 I believe that someday someone will know me, StoicCrying.