I'll write a couple of psychological facts and you'll read half of them and click off. That's how it goes right? Well I won't stand for it any longer. I want to make this interactive and a benefit to you and myself. Maybe you'll get a few extra reads in the processes or better yet an entire fan base. Who knows?!? Okay let's kick this psychological party off! I first want to begin by saying. I am a big fan of the human mind and love to explore it to the best of my abilities. It captures me in a way an author is with their characters. I know some of you could sympathize with this. I want people to share my enthusiasm about psychology, so I decided to write this, but I know this can get pretty boring at times, So, to keep things interesting, I will make an entire chapter dedicated to the daily question I will give to you at the end of each chapter. I will then choose the winning story from what I'm given and post it to the miraculous Hall of Stories where it will be shared to everyone. ( your story could provide help to anyone who needs it. For example, crushes, family matters, or a daily reminder of how special they are.) Also I will give a shout out to your story (below your part) and I will read at least two chapter, maybe more if I truly like it *winks*. Basically this is a quote book about psychology with all its glory. I will do five facts/quotes a chapter. Thank you! -I get this information from various websites! None of these are mine!)

A maior parte do tempo, eu passava desenhando. Desenhando para poder me ocupar, ocupar a minha mente. Como se os desenhos fossem buracos negros, aonde meus problemas e merdas da vida pudessem cair, e lá desaparecerem... Porém, meus desenhos representavam meus sentimentos (o que não era lá essas coisas), e levava a me cortar novamente. O ponto negativo daquilo, não era só a possibilidade de eu poder morrer com um corte muito profundo, e nem pegar tétano; o ponto negativo era o prazer; eu não me cortava apenas por ser uma jovem com problemas, em que a única solução parecia ser marcar os braços ou qualquer parte do corpo. Eu fazia aquilo por puro prazer, aumentando as minhas chances (que eram muito altas devido a alguns problemas), de "morrer antes da hora". Talvez meu amor por desenhar me levasse a fazer aquilo, como se as marcas nos pulsos e braços fossem desenhos que expressavam sentimentos, desenhos capazes de serem... hm.. sentidos?