Once upon a time in a plain, flat terrained land lived a little girl with silly thoughts in her head. All the little girl wanted to do was form her thoughts into terrific words to satisfy the people of her village's literacy expectations. To please her own, she reads wonderfully romantic stories of fictionous wizards in magical places unlike her own. She prefers her quiet time and extensive music library over late night cinema and sneaking out. The little girl suffers from bouts of depression and at times her writing reflects this.
Remarkable. I have no other words.