"troye sivan, you've been served." the man in a black coat says, handing me a folder. i clench my jaw, taking it. "all i did was spill a coffee on the bloke, it's not like i fucked his mother in hindsight."

Hi I'm Joseph

This is just the story of my life I guess... I'm gonna go from when I can remember to now and keep updating from there.

This is going to be a book with me RANTINg!!! And thoughts and opinions and depressed thoughts and stuff. I guess.