Okay, firstly, OMG! I wrote! It's as common an occurance as DL drawing, granted, but for once it's not cheesy-crap fan-fiction, so..

Con-crit and rave reviews are always welcome, and, if it's really that bad, people just plain flaming I can cope with too. But be nice about it, please?

*deep breath* Here goes...

I sit here, with my music too loud, and a carton of orange juice in one hand, my acrylic nails bugging the hell out of me, but I know if I allow them to fall off I’ll only bite my real nails down to nothing more than ugly stumps. It’s far too late for me to be up, although maybe a late night would do me good, considering my recent bed-times. My jeans slip lower down my body as I attempt to slid up the bed into a more comfortable position, and I uncomfortably thrust my hips upwards in an attempt to rectify the matter. It’s far too cold in this room, and my pretty, pretty nails look out of place with my baggy jumper pulled low over my hands. Still, I like it that way. I’ve never been one to match, one to conform, so why should I start now? I prefer not matching to those girls with the bleach blonde hair, those high falsetto laughs, faces too caked in make-up, listening to the “bumpin’ beatz" with boyfriends who have their own fair share of airbrushing. I prefer my men a little rougher, a little rawer, with a certain of mystery. A little wilder, maybe. That way they match me – someone that doesn’t fit in, someone that sticks out, someone that people look at, but never really want to get close enough to examine.

In solitude I sit here, the dull thump of another’s music just audible over my own, curling a blanket around my legs, and I wonder where I’m headed, what’s in store for me, why I do the things that I do. My brain, deciding that this is too contemplative for this time of night, insists that I save these questions for a day when I have less to think about, and at this point in time concentrate on the tasks at hand; and failing that, the music that is currently filling my room, swirling about me like a ribbon in the breeze.

There was no sunshine today. It was just grey, murky, dull, raining. It wasn’t exciting rain, the rain that brings with it dark clouds and low rumbles of thunder, the ones that growl in your ear like an excited lover and make the hairs on your arms stand up. It wasn’t the sort of rain that brings flashes of lightning that illuminate the sky, the ones that you leave your curtains open at night to see, the ones that light the room just long enough to see the alluring figure on the bed, before you’re all hands and tongues and meshing bodies and sweat. It was the sort of rain that brings memories of an uncomfortable bed that you’ve had for too long; you’re used to it, and in a way slightly attached to it, but you know that you could have something that is so much better for you, something that would be so much more comfortable, much warmer, more amazing.

I sit here in solitude and gaze idly at my nails, wondering how long it will take before the patterns that look like condensation underneath get too much and I rip them off, shuddering at the thought of what those patterns are. I’m easily creeped out by things like that – another of my special traits that makes me stand out, I suppose. So I sit, and I wait, and I gaze, at my nails and around the room and at the clock, and I wait. I wait for the person that makes me feel like a small child with a mad crush when I speak to them. I wait for the person that I know would never last, not with me. I wait for the person that, right now, I want more than anyone else. I wait, like a fool, for someone that would never want me for keeps. I wait for the moment that the little box in the bottom corner of the screen flashes. I wait for the person that, at the moment, I love, because when I’m with them I feel safe and secure and lust and a million other things that can’t be described. I wait for you.

It didn’t last long. Two of my nails have been pulled off already.

*winces and waits for responses*

*jaw drops. slowly bows in awe*

You know I think this is amazing :)

My god. I forgot how good your writing is! It's absolutely brilliant. The reader really gets into the characters head. Well done - more please