Lets start at the beginning...

You may call me Centouri, I am a 14 year old girl living in a world that does not seem to really exist.

I know my age, my birth parents, my home, what I love and hate, and I know myself most of all and yet. I look within the mirror and over the other side I see a stranger.

I know the perfect guy for me, what he will be like. I know I have a bright future, I am an artist, sister, daughter, artist, acter, and dear friend. I know how I want my romantic adventure to go, I know what places I want to see, I know my personality, my body, myself.

But who am I? Really? I don't know what to beleive...not anymore that is...

Used to be a family of Six, my mother, father, sister, two brothers, and me...now a family of five. A life taken by suicide... my self esteem has gone down the drain, and I find myself questioning things I once knew...

But I'm starting over, I'm deleting all my artwork, everything, I'm going to post any artwork I want to, not just the stuff I think people want to see. I don't care if my art looks like its done by several different people, its all my work, and at least I know that.

I'm going to try and find who I am...once again...