Hey fan-fiction readers on the internet! First off I really am excited about my account because I've been reading on this site for about a year, and been writing my own on notepad for at least that long if not longer! ;D but anyway you go about it I could be considered four main things; 1)a bookworm 2)a writer 3) a proud Christain 4)a dreamer (but I'm not the only one. . . sorry that's from a beetles song called imagine by John Lennon and because I'm on this site- I don't own imagine and sadly I don't own John Lennon either!) okay random thought bubble over there. . .

Okay-- I wrote that top tidbit when I first got on this site.

It's been so many years, and I've learned so so much. My goodness, I really have grown since then. I'd like to expand:

- Although my excitement in that introduction is palpable, I've become much for subdued as a member of this website. However, when I wrote that, I felt so anonymous, so free, and I allowed myself to show this bubbly sort of side of me, that I'd never shown before. I used to be embarrassed of excitement, but now (as subdued as I may be) I'm much more willing to show it.

- I have always loved an easy read. But, as I've grown on this site, my love for words has grown. I find my writing growing more civilized, I suppose. That is, I've grown from writing in the style of Hans Christian Andersen, to a much more regal style. And I really enjoy it.

- I learned some basic grammar rules that have helped me in my creative writing class immensely.

- I've made friends and kept friends.

- I've recently realized that being me isn't something to save for when I'm anonymous. I want people to hear my name and to know me, not one side or the other of the coin of my person.

- I've recently come to terms with the fact that I am a work in progress, and I am okay that way. If it wasn't for growing up so much that I could admit that I needed help... I don't know what I would've done. I didn't enjoy the road to better, I didn't like my medicine, but I value it.

I started writing on here because it was an escape from reality. I continued writing on here because it grew to a passion.

I've grown in so many ways. But it feels like I haven't at all, if I'm not staring at my first story. And when I look at it, I remember sitting in the balcony of a gym where my sister worked on cheerleading with this same old laptop, and I don't remember what I thought. Typically, I remember the words (since words are of so much value to me) but the emotion is the same. Every time I start a new story, have a new idea, get a new plan, it's this dreadful excitement that I can't get enough of.

I've learned a lot. I've learned that it's okay to not be good at speaking or people. I've learned that it's okay to stutter when I get worked up. I've learned that its okay to be me, no matter what others say-- no matter what that mean little voice in my head says. I've still got things to work on, and that's perfectly okay. I'm okay.

I want you guys to know a few of the things that kept me sane, alive, and anything else. I've learned them all a bit too late, so I hope they're of some value to you:

You are perfectly human.

Your soul, personality, whatever you chose to call it, that thing is you it makes you a people-- and it's perfect.

Your mistakes lie in your humanity. They're part of your DNA, like your eye or hair color. You can't get rid of it, but you need to remember that in the end, that humanity is gone. Your perfect soul remains, if built on solid ground. You can't hate the person for what the human caused.

You have features and characteristics, not flaws.

You are okay.

You are not bad.

You are as terrible as Hitler, and as amazing as mother Teresa, and vice versa. You are all of the above, and that's perfect.

The world isn't perfect. In fact, it's as human as you are, but without the soul. Things will happen that aren't fair-- life isn't fair. But if you want it to become fair, you have to fight for it. "Be the change you want to see in the world" but more importantly, fight for the change.

In the end, it's all okay. If it isn't all okay, it isn't the end.

It may be messy, but it's all part of the plan.

Every storm in the history of forever has come to an end.

There's never enough cause to worry -- life is what you make it, so don't make it work when it's play.

And here is a personal promise from me to you: There is no veil of human imperfections that is so thick that I can't see the shining soul behind it. I promise.

I write letters to handle my emotions. I'm not very good at handling them verbally and like a normal fucking person. I am my own normal, and I and others need to understand that my way of coping may be far different than theirs.

This is a letter I wrote a while back, and I want to share it with you guys. I'm not going to be afraid anymore. I'm not going to hide all of these problems I have anymore-- not with you guys. Not with them either. Not anymore. I can't keep hiding anymore... They deserve better, right? I don't want to burden them... but they need to understand... what if I freak out in the halls... or worse, in my mascot costume... I need help. They love me, they should understand, right? They've needed help before, right? no... no... I... I can't.

I'm so sorry. I can't. There's too many variables. I can't.

I wanted to. And I didn't mean for this to become this, but this is me. This is my train of thoughts. This is cowardly, socially-stupid me. This is me, who wants them to lean on me until I break before I go to them.

It isn't strength, you guys. It's stupid. I'm an idiot for not telling them because I know they love me. I know they do. But... I have so many doubts. Maybe just the three? Those three know enough already... My friend A.M. called me during a panic-attack once, she was so scared, but she didn't show it. She made me tell her one of those god-awful fears. I don't know... A.J. knows the emotions, but not the causes... she doesn't know the triggers... I tell M.B. all I can, but I'm just too scared to go too deep into it.

I can't. Not yet.

But one day, I'll be braver. I'll be smarter. I'll be able to tell them.

But today, I am still a work in progress in the worst possible way-- but that's okay. I'm sorry to lead you on like this. I can't show that letter. I don't show anyone my letters.

I'll go now.

Football season is long over now. I want to say that I did freak out in the costume, and multiple times in the halls. But I'm okay. It sucked but it's over. Things will continue to happen until they don't: and I prefer the former, personally.

My personality type is INFP. Here is a description:

As an INFP, your primary mode of living is focused internally, where you deal with things according to how you feel about them, or how they fit into your personal value system. Your secondary mode is external, where you take things in primarily via your intuition.

INFPs, more than other iNtuitive Feeling types, are focused on making the world a better place for people. Their primary goal is to find out their meaning in life. What is their purpose? How can they best serve humanity in their lives? They are idealists and perfectionists, who drive themselves hard in their quest for achieving the goals they have identified for themselves

INFPs are highly intuitive about people. They rely heavily on their intuitions to guide them, and use their discoveries to constantly search for value in life. They are on a continuous mission to find the truth and meaning underlying things. Every encounter and every piece of knowledge gained gets sifted through the INFP's value system, and is evaluated to see if it has any potential to help the INFP define or refine their own path in life. The goal at the end of the path is always the same - the INFP is driven to help people and make the world a better place.

Generally thoughtful and considerate, INFPs are good listeners and put people at ease. Although they may be reserved in expressing emotion, they have a very deep well of caring and are genuinely interested in understanding people. This sincerity is sensed by others, making the INFP a valued friend and confidante. An INFP can be quite warm with people he or she knows well.

INFPs do not like conflict, and go to great lengths to avoid it. If they must face it, they will always approach it from the perspective of their feelings. In conflict situations, INFPs place little importance on who is right and who is wrong. They focus on the way that the conflict makes them feel, and indeed don't really care whether or not they're right. They don't want to feel badly. This trait sometimes makes them appear irrational and illogical in conflict situations. On the other hand, INFPs make very good mediators, and are typically good at solving other people's conflicts, because they intuitively understand people's perspectives and feelings, and genuinely want to help them.

INFPs are flexible and laid-back, until one of their values is violated. In the face of their value system being threatened, INFPs can become aggressive defenders, fighting passionately for their cause. When an INFP has adopted a project or job which they're interested in, it usually becomes a "cause" for them. Although they are not detail-oriented individuals, they will cover every possible detail with determination and vigor when working for their "cause".

When it comes to the mundane details of life maintenance, INFPs are typically completely unaware of such things. They might go for long periods without noticing a stain on the carpet, but carefully and meticulously brush a speck of dust off of their project booklet.

INFPs do not like to deal with hard facts and logic. Their focus on their feelings and the Human Condition makes it difficult for them to deal with impersonal judgment. They don't understand or believe in the validity of impersonal judgment, which makes them naturally rather ineffective at using it. Most INFPs will avoid impersonal analysis, although some have developed this ability and are able to be quite logical. Under stress, it's not uncommon for INFPs to mis-use hard logic in the heat of anger, throwing out fact after (often inaccurate) fact in an emotional outburst.

INFPs have very high standards and are perfectionists. Consequently, they are usually hard on themselves, and don't give themselves enough credit. INFPs may have problems working on a project in a group, because their standards are likely to be higher than other members' of the group. In group situations, they may have a "control" problem. The INFP needs to work on balancing their high ideals with the requirements of every day living. Without resolving this conflict, they will never be happy with themselves, and they may become confused and paralyzed about what to do with their lives.

INFPs are usually talented writers. They may be awkard and uncomfortable with expressing themselves verbally, but have a wonderful ability to define and express what they're feeling on paper. INFPs also appear frequently in social service professions, such as counselling or teaching. They are at their best in situations where they're working towards the public good, and in which they don't need to use hard logic.

INFPs who function in their well-developed sides can accomplish great and wonderful things, which they will rarely give themselves credit for. Some of the great, humanistic catalysts in the world have been INFPs.

There once were two neighbors. One was a hard working man who things never went right for. The second was a simpleton of a man who was probably much luckier than any man you've ever met. And the hard worker was sick of it. The simpleton had just won a new car and the hard worker had been trying to fix his with his limited budget for weeks. So the hard worker went over and called the simpleton outside. He took a piece of chalk and drew a circle for the simpleton to stand in and said,

"You stand right there and stay!" and the hard worker began to smash the simpleton's car. When he was done the simpleton was just laughing. And the hard worker stared at him and asked,

"Why are you laughing? I just smashed your new car!" And the simpleton replied,

"I know but while you were busy I jumped in and out of that circle three times and you didn't notice!"

Cluelessness is an awful thing- no matter how lucky you are. Be aware of your affect on others, but still congratulate those more fortunate than you.

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"Be who you are, say what you feel. Those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind."

-Dr. Suess

"I do not regret one moment of my life."

-Lillie langtry

"Girls we love for what they are; young men for what they promise to be."

-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

"Those who stand for nothing fall for anything."

-Alexander Hamilton

"A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows that he's a fool."

-William Shakespeare

"Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them."

-William Shakespeare

"better be a witty fool, than a foolish wit."

-William Shakespeare

"The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do."

-Galileo Galilei

"Anger is never without a reason, but seldom with a good one."

-Ben Franklin

"A loving heart is the truest wisdom."

-Charles Dickens

"Do you spell it with a "V" or a "W"?' inquired the judge. 'That depends upon the taste and fancy of the speller, my Lord'."

-Charles Dickens

"He would make a lovely corpse."

-Charles Dickens

"It opens the lungs, washes the countenance, exercises the eyes, and softens down the temper; so cry away."

-Charles Dickens

"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life; it goes on."

- Jack Frost

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.

As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.

The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been hurt in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her."

Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won’t repost it? Repost this if you truly believe in God.

Corinthians 13: 4-8

4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

8 Love never fails.

Corinthians 13:13

And now these three remain; faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love.

So now that you know a bit about me and what I take my inspiration from tell me; in my perfect world would anyone feel without faith or without hope or unloved? May God Bless you and those you know and those you don't.

Auntie Em is still a work in progress.

Emma Zippy577