"I don't know when it was I realized I was in love with him. Maybe it was after he pushed me down the stairs..." Here's tip number 1 for falling in love - if you have to literally FALL to get there...fall hard. But if he's the one that pushed you...break a leg!

I was born deaf. When my mother died, I didn't see the point in living anymore. I was pointless. My existence had no purpose. I needed it so badly that it hurt. Even after I started waking up early to go out to the bay (aka 'my special place'), when I did sort of have a purpose, it still wasn't normal. So, I came up with the idea to use my entire inheritance to get my hearing back and, while that seemed like a good idea at the time, I didn't realise the complications that I would have to endure to live an ordinary life. Will luck and fate win out, or will I always be tortured by the absence of sound in my life?

This is the blog-book thing I was talking about. It is basically every moment of my life written after it happens. I will be carrying around a book that I can write in so if anything happens I can jus pour my feelings onto the page as they come.