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Joined Dec '04

Hello There,

Surprised that there's something here? Yeah, me too. I don't post stories, I'm a lurker but I got bored so I decided to randomly write a sort of bio for myself. I guess you could say that I'm a closet writer, I don't usually let anyone read my stoires and I can't stand people telling me that something about them is bad. Actually people do tell me my stories are great and that I should continue the ones that have slipped into hands that shouldn't have had them. I guess that's what my problem actually is, I don't like criticism but I really don't like people telling me that my stories are good because for some reason that makes me lose my inspiration to write them. Too much pressure really kills my muse I suppose you could say. Yeah, I have a muse, he has a name and a face too, randomly popped up on one of my projects one day, his name is Mooz and his name is really unoriginal, it's a mispronounciation of the word Muse, kind of like my name on here, Wyrem, you can figure that out for yourself though.

If you know me then you'll probably have some idea who I am by now because I tend to slip and tell people these things or draw Mooz in class. He's a bunch of shapes, not hard to draw for someone who can't draw like me. I'm just typing this to keep myself entertained really because I've got nothing better to do. I could go to the park and swing, one of my favourite things, but there are far too many little ones there. Perhaps I should go read a book or something but I don't have any that I haven't read and I don't currently have any more money to go buy anymore. It's so hard to satisfy my imagination I suppose that not even stories here will really peak my interest at the moment. I can however, honestly say that I haven't typed this much in a very long time, ever since my main muse, the one other than Mooz, who doesn't have a name or a face or anything of that sort, abandoned me. I suppose that I should go do something constructive like my homework but I can't bring myself to do so, Senioritis or something.

I'm going to end this now because I have nothing more to write a the moment and whatever possessed me to write here has fled. That's it for now, more to come later I perhaps, maybe a short story that I'll actually post, we'll find out.

As always,


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