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Regenatris

Location: Can't say and won't say sorry, United States

Member Since: March 2010

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Okay when people usually describe me they use the terms  dark.....evil.... pessimistic but I'm not (then again I am. Actually I think I'm very pessimistic.But besides that it's not true.). 

Sometimes I wish people could understand that thesubjects in my story are symbolic and have a deeper meaning then what I'm saying. FOr example when I write about " adut situations" it's not always about sex it's self it could be about suffercation... a remberance.... or even death. Yes that's right I use something as natural as sex to symbolize death. Well who cares suck it up.

Anway I think I began writting in the 3rd grade but back then my stories were about rainbows and ponies but as I grew older I began to talk about more serious topics... topics that people around would skirt around or tell me that I was too young to understand (even though I was pefectly capable at understanding).

Writtig for me has become an escape route. If I can't say how I feel out load I'll incorparate it into one of my characters. Which brings me to another topic I like to call whydidyouhavethatcharcaterenduplikethatareyouinsane?

My answer to this long boring frequently asked question is that I do not control my characters actions. THey take on a life of their own. FOr example one of my characters named January rider is not one of my charcaters but a man himself. He is a person madae interily out of words and ink and somehow he can make the people around himn (readers) feel things a human male can't. If January gets out of control it's his fault not mine the only thing I'll have to do is bail him out of the situation ( edit and revise).

quick conclusion:

Books and just writting in general bring something into my life that the people around me couldn't possible do. I know it's odd how can a person love their books mor ethan the people around them?

Well to understand this you would have to understand the simple fact the

books are my inferno

the magnifcent gates of hell that tower above me

their is no room for heaven in my inferno

no room in  me or my soul

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