Okay, so it's been awhile.
Hey, it's me, ya bitch. Remember me? The cunt of an author that spoiled endgame. Yeah, I'm back hoe.
So, let's get the first question out of the way. Why have I been gone? Lowkey, forgot my password to this account, but I found the login on a piece of paper when I was cleaning out my wardrobe. It was inside of one of my shoes. Why did I write it done? Can't remember. Why was it in my shoe? Who knows!
I dunno why this book got so much attention, I seriously just started writing it when I couldn't sleep. I don't think it's that funny, but hey, no one likes me either way, so it doesn't matter.
Here's some tea: I might make another book. Might be actual lemons, idk. We'll see what happens when I'm awake at 3:00AM eating packets of grated cheese whilst on my phone.
So yeah. I'm still keeping this piece of shit book up, cause ima whore for clout. Catch these hands.
That's it, honestly. If you guys want some more juicy, scrump diddly umptious Conent, hit a girl up.
See you all in therapy flashbacks!
