today I had my phone taken.
And my paints.
And my computer.
oh yeah, I paint.
and I write, as you can kind of tell already.
Unless, you wouldn't be reading my exact words.
Isn't it amazing?
How My brain is pouring itself onto these simple sheets of paper, and your eyes are scanning through the connected letters we call words, and you can actually interpret what I am telling you.
I don't know about you, but I find it really amazing.
I appreciate you listening to me.
You're probably the only one who has stuck with me up to his point.
Really long.
Some people leave before I even tell my name.
Let's just say I'm not the most
Pleasurable person to be with.
Or the most popular.
I listen to music.
Troye Sivan,
Twenty one pilots,
Panic at the disco,
Five seconds of summer.
Yes. Five seconds of summer.
And I wear skinny jeans and flannels.
All the time.
I have my hair put up.
It's really long and orangish.
I have blue eyes.
why am I telling you all this?
Why are you still reading?
I don't know.
I'm just glad you're still here.
