There is a small thread between truth and lies, between love and hate and between you and I. However, the thread can easily be broken; that's when life begins. I'm school, you read. You've spend hours reading 1,000 year old poems and studying authors that died years ago, but perhaps - just maybe; it's not about learning and memorizing other people's words. it's about learning to write for yourself.. If life was written in poetry, what words would be running through your head at the time in the night you are most honest?

Marcie is an oddity in her village, the daughter of a widower with both village and outsider blood in her veins. She cares for her drunken father, and struggles to fit in with the rest of the village. Everything changes when she comes across two dragons, a mother and her new born, and unwittingly becomes the Tamer of the baby dragon when his mother dies. This new unlikely bond completely changes her life and opens doors to her future that she would have never thought possible whilst also causing her pain and heartache.

Suicide is never the answer. Suicide is a question, and the answer is no.

Just my depression quotes and thoughts okay?

It's basically what the title says... I write to vent, so don't expect it all to make perfect sense.