Sorry guys I have a situation with my family.Uh let's just say nothing matters anymore.Holidays,birthdays,
Traditions.Nothing it call all burn in hell.So in light of my dysfunctional family members I will be putting the book on hold until further notice..But here is a poem a write maybe to help you understand why I'm hiding out in my bathroom.
Hair pulling
Face smacking
Curse words flying
Siblings crying
Face flushed red
Eyesight fluttering
Every moment after this doesn't matter
That gift you gave her
The clothes you stole from her
It doesn't matter
You'll never be able to give them back
But at least you still have her scent
So sorry guys....I should be back by maybe after Thanksgiving but idk.Please let me know your not all buying voodoo dolls that look like me.And please message me to tell mr you DONT hate me for my temporarily discontinued book.Ok gotta go now!BYEEE
YOU ARE READING
Monsters Don't Live Under Your Bed
HorrorSome people think monsters live under your bed.While others think monsters do not exisits at all.The truth is...monsters don't live under your bed,they live in your head.Everybody knows this...they just don't wanna admit it.But i will.
