“i give a fuck. i give a lot of fucks, actually. i'm a prostitute of feelings.”

"i knew it now. something had happened. is she okay? i asked knowing in my heart she was not. the woman hesitated. a sadness covered her face. there it was. the damn truth."

“but i must admit i miss you quite terribly. the world is too quiet without you nearby. i go to bed early and rise late and feel as if i have hardly slept at all.”

do you ever wonder who you are? i do too. this is just a sort story about a girl who finally found who she was, in the worst way possible.

I occasionally write poetry.