No words necessary.

An introduction.

Greetings and salutations, and all of that other trite bullshit.

In case you're wondering who the hell I am: well, that's the beauty of the internet. Who I am doesn't really matter much these days. All that matters are the adventures I'm bound to share in here, adventures and tales that I can finally tell through a seeming veil of anonymity.

You can refer to me from here on out simply as Myth. I chose this name because it seemed fitting, somehow, in that I tend to keep secrets. Sometimes small, sometimes huge. Whatever, I'm no angel. I'm just a bitter woman, growing tired and jaded with a fuck all attitude at times. Most people who know me would claim that I am quiet, that I am insecure (aren't we all, really?), and that I am generally good person. Boy, if they only knew.

We all lie sometimes to protect others' feelings. Some of us just moreso than others.

I'm not a bad person. I'm only human.