ATWOOD, Zelda S

[zelda atwood]

full name Zelda Sade Atwood date of birth 28.06.91 home town ____, Texas current city Dallas, Texas education BA with honours in English occupation Screenwriter ________________________________________ “She understood that the hardest times in life to go through were when you were transitioning from one version of yourself to another.” ________________________________________ ________________________________________ ________________________________________ nirvana makes me sick, pizza makes me sick, that little slick black dress made me so sick i had to throw it out. i could write an entire novel on isaac frost - the before and after, first words and last words, who i was and who i am. ten years of growing together physically, emotionally, sexually. elementry, middle, high school, the university of isaac fucking frost. and it's not normal, right, how i cringe every time some other guy makes an advance, how my body shrinks when he touches me, how my lips tighten against contact, or how without alcohol sex is near painful. is it normal that my whole entire sense of intimacy has taken a nose dive, imploded on landing, split at every angle? everything about isaac makes me sick.  ________________________________________ ________________________________________ zelda atwood - screenwriter|film maker - key traits: film noir, horror, western, drama, dark humour, heavy ________________________________________ i bought a motorcycle.  second thing i did was cut my hair. third thing i did was change my zip code. and the final thing i did, was change my attitude. i went through the motions of a break up. i cried a bit, and bitched about my ex, i cried more. after two weeks of doing this, i hit a point where i decided not to be defined by my relationship.  isaac and i were together since i was fifteen, he was my first everything. when people thought of me, they immediately thought of him and vice versa. there were few times were weren't together. was it love? maybe. i adored him, but after a few years that adoration evolved into dependence. i needed him, it wasn't pleasant. i think when we broke up i couldn't breathe, for a long time he was my air.  but without him things progressed. i bucked up, i stood a little taller, washed my face and applied a coat of lipstick. in the past year and a half, i changed. i've become stronger, and learned to define myself through my career, as well as my own person. i'm less caged.  ________________________________________ your name play-by member group