My Life Freaking Sucks Butt.

Uhh.... Hi There.

Well, Hi. My name is Kylynn. And if you couldn't tell, which you most likely couldn't, but if so I am almost positive you are a witch, (or warlock I don't discriminate) I am in fact a weird-ass anti-social weirdo. And you're probably thinking, "Oh wow really? Man she's trying really fucking hard to be relatable." No. I'm really not. I am literally just a teenage dirtbag, baby. (Woop woop song reference numero uno) Female teenage dirtbag, just to specify. But based by my name and hormonal text-attitude, you probably figured that out yourself. And if not, well how can I blame you. My nickname is Kyle for fucks sake. Speaking of which, not many people call me that. Only the people that I am closest to, so like I said, not many. Only my best friends and my family calls me that. To everyone else I am just Kylynn. Some people just refuse to call me that. It's just like my freaking name, it's not like I'm asking you to call me Stephanie or some shit. But I kinda like it that way. It's like my code name. No one knows me by that name, so with some, I am Kyle. A girl with a secret dark side, making a sarcastic joke literally every .57 seconds, and the vocabulary of the most vulgar sailor. Seriously. Don't fuck with me. But it's like when someone calls me Kylynn, Kylynn is almost someone else. With the people who call me Kylynn, I am not my true self. We are mere acquaintances. Kylynn is so happy, energetic. Optimistic. I don't have split personalities, I don't think. I just have to sides. All of us do really. I will tell people we will be ok, but I know on the inside we will only crash and burn in a flaming pit of pain and suffering. Sorry, to much? Do I mention the flaming-ness? I did? Okay, just making sure I achieved the full effect. Cool, moving on then. As I am writing this I'm kind of realizing that this story is kinda weird. It is like I am actually having a conversation with you. OH MY GOSH FOURTH WALL BREAKING. HI READER. HOW IS MY BOOK. IT SUCKS? IT MAKES YOU WANT TO BOIL YOUR EYES, EARS, AND MIND? OK COOL. WILL YOU LIKE AND FOLLOW ME? NO? OVER YOUR DEAD BODY YOU SAY? OH. OK THEN. BACK TO THE WRITING I GUESS. I will never live up to Deadpool's fourth wall breaking skills. One can hope tho right? I don't even know where this book is even going. Welp. Might as well end it here. Thanks for reading this page about me! I hope it wasn't a complete waste of your time!