Just one of those ty writer trying to find a place in this world asianfanfics. I can assure you there's nothing remotely interesting about me, except that I've no name, I'm a psycopath and I will sneak into your bedroom and kill you in your sleep.

Screw that. I'm just kidding.

My name is Anne; whether it is my real name or not, I believe there's no way you will ever find out. (So, let's just stick with the name shall we?) I am a twenty year old with a brain of a six year old, buried in my skull. I have a seriously bad habit of daydreaming because of my tedious life. surprise, surprise. Peter Pan was my first love -- until I decided he was no more. Long story skipped short; he never came for me. And so, he became my second love. The first would be, words. books. reading, is my safe haven and it's the only one thing that no one can take away from me. I apologize for the cheesiness that is my introduction. I should probably stop now. 

I always used to love November
But now it always floods with rain
I always used to love November
But now it always floods with rain
Oh how can I forgive?
Those words will stain forever