28 May 2012
By nature I am a fiction writer, so if you're reading this, you may be wondering precisely why I have written this. Well, I need to introduce myself. I need to show what it is that makes me who I am. So. A little about myself. My name is Rachel, but I tell people Rachelle because the pseudonym is something I can control. I am fifteen years old and not experienced enough in the world so far to understand reality. Surreality escapes me too, so I hover somewhere between the two, waiting for a passing idea to pick me up and take me into the cool meadows of flowing words. People fail to understand my writing. I don't say that to be big-headed; I am fully aware of my inferiority. What I mean to say is that I write things which many of my friends consider to be too dark, too angsty. My feelings appear inside me and sometimes writing in this way is the only way to fly free of them. I write poetry too, often overly long and full of death. If my writing had a colour, it would be grey, grey as a thunder cloud. But sometimes, my moods lift. Sometimes I can find humour, and I can joke. I can do anything, or so it seems. These days are my best days. I wonder if there is anyone reading this who could find the appeal of my dreary stories, my weary poems. My sunny days and the warmth that resides within. I wonder, reader, if you could understand better than the rest of the world does. I certainly hope so. If you choose to read on with my work, I thank you and wish you luck. If not, enjoy your life and live each day as your last. Nothing lasts forever, as well I know.
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