I am not a writer. And I admit that the combination of words and syllables never really made sense to me; the perplexity of language never fails to baffle me. The uncertainty of the words challenges me too. But somehow, it all made sense when I was writing about you.
YOU ARE READING
The Inside | Open Journal - COMPLETED
RandomThe inside of my head. Includes: Confessions Thoughts Opinions Quotes Etc. Warning: cussing, self-harm, etc. -COMPLETED
