Unlike many writers, I don't dream. I wallow in my anxieties, my depression and my loneliness to squeeze out a meaningful piece of writing out of my insides. I take my nightmares and translate them into words because I have no right to suppress them. I dream of stabbing the loam to make up for my mistakes. I am a helpless being whose only hope relies on the tiniest existence of life. And I'm bored now... soo... long story short, I'm Coralyn but people call me Cappy just because... well, why not?