It's 2:30 in the morning and i'm staring at the books on my desk. My entire life is locked in those pages. Every adventure, every love, every loss. All written in someone else's words, under someone else's name. Each and every one a different incarnation of me.
Except for this.
This is real.
This is me.
And I hope to God I'm not making a mistake by writing it down.
YOU ARE READING
Big F**king Mood: A New Narrative
Non-FictionA series of thoughts, questions, lists, rants, daydreams, and confessions. TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of depression, anxiety, bullying, and sexual harassment.
