Well Met, my dear friends. It is Twilight's Mystery/Ms. Prongs/Kathy Kidman...I am back with a new name, a new outlook on life, new experiences, and more inspiration than I know what to do with!

It has been quite a long time since I have graced the Hallowed Halls of FF.N as more than just a lurker and story addict.
There have been many - many (I can't stress how many "many's" there are) - things that happened in my life that have either led me to this point in my life, or away from it.

I have grown from a very immature teenage girl, uncertain of whether she was worthy of living, confused and alone - to an ever so slightly less immature 20 something; still confused, and uncertain of my worth. Note: Not an Adult. I will never fully be an adult. I don't know if I have that capability in my being.

I have spent countless hours up and reading stories, mostly of the Harry Potter Variety, but I do stray back to Hey Arnold, Twilight, and Sailor Moon. My first and forever love will always be Harry Potter though, and it is this reason - along with a plethora of unfinished stories in which I've read, panicked at the lack of an ending, and had countless dreams of what they should have been and how they could have finished - that I have found myself back in the realm of fiction. I've been running through tons of songs lately, and a multitude of emotions - the most common being sorrow. So, if and when I finally begin writing, you will probably notice a trend in my stories (well, it's not like it'll be different from any of my other stories) they will be sad. Well, at least, that's what I predict.

Now, the Ironic song that popped up on my Youtube Play list is "Un-Written" by Natasha Bedingfield.
So, I guess it's with some of her lyrics that I'll leave my greeting:

NATASHA BEDINGFIELD - UNWRITTEN

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

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Blessed Be
Becca