How do you change your handwriting?

I strongly dislike (understatement!!!) my hand writing. It's scratchy, and for some reason, always.....different. Like, if i write two C's next to each other, they're veeery different looking. Like two different people wrote them. I was wondering if it's possible to change (permanently) my hand writing. Also, I am having soo much trouble trying to figure out a damned-freaking signature for myself.



Charlie-Grace Raylor is the name.



my G's look off, as well as my C's! haha, ironic, right, seeing as how those are my first name! haha.



I DONT WANT %26quot;just go with whats natural to yourself, others will thinks it beautful!%26quot; or, %26quot;It's impossible, and this iss sooo stupid a question!%26quot;



If you plan to wriet that, im reporting you for crap. Go screw with another page, understand me?How do you change your handwriting?Handwriting is a great tool to explore your self. I suggest you find a handwriting analyst in your area or you do your own research on the web about your type of handwriting. I have had my handwriting analyzed by a retired CIA expert, and it was one of the most informative and insightful experiences of my life. Once you identify why your handwriting is the way it is, you can then begin to address certain issues in your life which will eventually change your handwriting for the better.
How do you change your handwriting?
I used to have the same problem.

But this is something about me-

whenever im in a different mood my hand writing changes.

If i feel sad or unconfident - its small and neat.

if i feel happy - script.

So i would just try to change your emotion while u write.

Maybe then ur G's and C's will change
How do you change your handwriting?
thank you so much for the advice. I didn't know what other way to contact you but I just wanted to let you know thanks for the great and fantastic advice. I will choose you as 'best answer' as soon as I can.

I changed the prologue and used some of your things. Hope its okay.:

I moved closer to the corner of the hallway with weapon in hand. A sharp bladed knife ready to kill anything or anyone with intentions of hurting me. I held my grip to it tightly making sure it wouldn't slip from my grasp.

The thunder didn't scare me anymore and I used the flashes of lighting as my guide through the darkness. My boots made the vacant halls echo with each step and I found myself moving forward in an awkward crouch. My hands turned stark white as I increased my grip on the silver bladed knife.

I took slow and silent breaths as I felt the air constricting tightly in my chest. It was silent and the only noise was the thunder outside. I was near the corner and getting closer. I raised the knife higher and holding it in a ready-to-attack sort of position.

I turned the corner, and my heart skipped a beat as I met my own reflection in the enormous mirror that hung right above the marble table pinned to the white walls. I regathered my thoughts and sanity, taking in more deep and silent breaths trying to forget about what could have just been. The hallway was a dead end. I turned willingly only to met the dark and frosted eyes of my predator.