Prologue/ Teaser (?) :

When I was young, I used to think it was normal. Normal that parents fought. Normal that they would claw at each other, hands gripping arms hard enough that bruises would still be visible days afterwards. Normal that they would fall apart.

 It wasn’t normal in the way that I thought it was sane or moral. I had thought it was normal in the way that every family would go through this. That every family had their ups and downs to a certain extent. It was only up til now that I realised. It wasn’t normal. It wasn’t right. But by the time I realised, it was too late. Everything was gone.

Really, to be honest, i'm not attached to my current Fanfic. (i don't need your love.. or your chicken.) Sure, at the time i thought it would be nice to write something like that. It was a nice plot, i still think so. However, it just doesn't pull at my heartstrings. For a while now, i've wanted to write some angst. There's been some stuff going on and if i don't let it out, i'm going to lose it. I think i've already started losing it. I haven't written any angst before and so i'm scared of actually beginning, in case i screw it up. I really want this to be perfect. So i've started writing a new story. It doesn't have a name yet and it's still in the planning stages. However, there's one big twist. It's my life story. I don't want to act all cocky or something and say my life is just so melodramatic that it can be a fanfic and it's probably not. But i still need to vent. Sitting next to the lake alone, thinking helps, spewing everything to your best friend helps. But it's jsut not quite there. So i've decided to try and vent my feelings. If i do continue with this story, and have the guts to recount everything to the world, then i would feel as if a huge burden would be lifted from my shoulders. Yes, my fanfics probably going to be boring since i don't think a girl of fourteen would really have a life full of romance and boyfriends, but don't despair! There's still a HUGE chunk dedicated to my first love. He took away almost three years of my life, played with it and let it down. He made it so much better but also opened to my eyes to what real love was.

"Why does your first love hurt so much?"

"It has to hurt a lot so that you will always remember it"

P.S the rest of it will just be my life and the ups and down. hooray >.>