Words screamed inside my hypothalamus as I set fire to my pen and paper burned to ashes. Fingertips abused and sore, but it seems like I couldn't stop as I stumble for more. Waiting until inspiration spark. And having this what they all call, writer's block...

There's nothing much about me, as I am just a girl still waiting for the bottle to pop open so that I can escape from this mundane world. I'm a girl who daydreams that she is a demi god, or perhaps, a goddess. I ride with the wind together with a night fury. I explore the depths. From District 12 who volunteered as tribute. Goddess of Spring and the Queen of the Underworld. The Magician of the Zodiacs. I am one with the night.  A girl who got a smile of an ambitious, an eyes of a reader, and a personality of a dreamer...


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