its short like my dick but enjoy;)

nothing's that bad if it feels good

You are a normal girl, with a good and amazing past, Well that's what everyone thinks... You live in a small apartment but with big dreams. The only thing stopping you is the boy next door. He makes too much noise and sometimes it affects you more than it should. But who is this... The boy next door? You went to Harvard and thought "I will be big!" In the end. You work in a store and your only friend... Is Paper Towns, the book. (Look, dude, I wrote this back in middle school. Stop catching my mistakes and just read it for fun or get out. Also please don't show this to Joji, I lost all my dignity writing this story anyway) (UPDATE UPDATE YO I WROTE THIS A LONG TIME AGO HOLY SHITTT Just a few days ago I got to see Joji in concert and I am absolutely in love with that man. Thank you for coming to my TedTalk)

I'm gonna be franks wit'cha. Its just fucking. Basically, each chapter is me throwing you into some fucked up scenario with the boise that I some how managed to conjure up. THIS IS CURRENTLY UNDER GOING REVISION AND EDITING. UPDATES WILL BE SPOTTY. Even more so than they already are.

I can't think of a description so just read the story fam it's good I promise

I keep his music on repeat. I can't help but want to listen to his voice. It's like honey dripping down my throat and soothing my stomach. The raw emotions poured into his music reflects him. The honey in my belly melts once it hears his voice playing. So sweet and so sticky. One thing I learned is that bees make sweet and supple honey, yet they sting.

I keep this posted for shits and giggles. This entire story is a trauma block. Wrote it when I was 12.

Dealing with financial issues, romance, and your parents. All surrounded by the fact that you're working for Joji Miller. Well you hold the camera.

This story will contain smut, but I ain't gonna tell you when. I hope you enjoy the story. I will try to be as creative as I can.

I mean come on, did you really not read the title?