So I spent like ten minutes staring at the page before finally writing something about myself. I can also guarantee that this will be rewritten several times, but whatever. I guess I overthink things a bit.

(My Dictionary Entry: A bit; synonymous with 'a whole freaking lot')

I like to think I'm a decent person with a decent life where everything is very much decent.

(At least, I hope.)

I used to be named Martial artist-Mariko, but I've changed it to what it is currently. I don't want to bother you with too many details (it's also best to keep things short so I don't keep changing this mofo every 5 minutes because the wording isn't quite right), so I'll end this section here.

Have a lovely day.

STORY INFO: My old stories, to be frank, are atrocious. Old shame runs deep. I haven't posted one in many years. If you like them, then thank you! If you don't, I can wholeheartedly see why. Might delete some older stories for certain reasons. I promise nothing about anything. Yeah.

I would recommend skimming my favorites, though! I've got better taste than my writing skills, thank the Gods.