I think of my mind like a castle. It's got several corridors and secret passeges, it's full of creativity yet very traditional. No one... absolutly no one I've ever met has ever understood why I think the way I do, why I say some things I do, why I do some things I do. Here... I want to give a reason for these things.
~A special thanks to Glyde Beoulve (from whom I stole the idea of making this site), a good friendship that had to be shattered to keep my life from falling apart.
"you... you are an adult... what happened to the child in you?"
