Who am i? That's the kind of question you shouldn't ask to anyone. Who knows these days?
I used to know, now it is really blurr... Let's just say i'm an 15 years old freak who lost herself on the way. Writing this is my way to find me, I guess....
Please forgive my bad english and my terrible mistakes i'm a quebecer so i usually speak french. For those who doesn't know what the heck a quebecers is, well a quebecers is name we give to the people living in quebec. Oh and please don't start on the nationality debats. Let's just say i think of me more of a quebecer than a canadian.
I guess the further this story goes the longer this chapter will be!
So that's me basically, the strange forgotten afraid of oblivion...