Ello there, my "name" is Nevula. I am just one of your typical, quite, teenage girls. Who regularly sits at the back of the class, out of the way of everyone. I'm not myself in lessons, and feel free when I'm with friends. I am a work in progress, obviously,  and still trying to figure out how things work in my story, which is my life, chapter by chapter. 

You have a beginning and end in a story, but I can't seem to even get to the middle of mine. I get distracted by things that pull me back into the first chapters of my life. That's why I feel stuck when I'm writing, I can't get past the beginning, in life and on paper. I'm just another rock that gets pushed out to sea and back onto shore. The sea is the future, because u don't know where it might take u, but the shore is where it all began. I've had people be mean to me, break me, dispose of me, lie to me...I've had people leave me. I mean one day we are talking, the next we are waving goodbye. I just feel as disposable as a plastic bag, some how ending up drifting in the ocean, lost at sea, not knowing where I might go or what might happen next. 
When I write, I have full control over my story. I make fantasy worlds, with my feelings and emotions playing the role of the main character and the people who influence me, like making me feel happy, sad, confused, alone, abbandoned, ect as the people who sarround the story, and shape it. 
I don't plan my storys, they just come, I have loads of different ideas. I would have a piece of paper and i would just write down different sentences, senarios, paragraphs. Sometimes It's a bit of a jumble, but it's better to look at the bigger picture. 
Being honest here, I just let my mind roll when I wrote this, late at night, my storys may not be great, but I feel they're the only things I can actually control in life. 
Wow, if anyone has actually read this far of me rambling on, then they are one of the few. 
Goodnight.