Jazzbutler Stories

i tilted my head back, letting the substance fall into my nose fully. i looked up into the mirror above my dresser, watching the blood trickle from my nose. i smiled and walked to my bed, plopping down finally. i heard the front door open, signalling that my roommate was home. "hey, tracy. im home," she yelled from the kitchen. "tracy?" i heard her footsteps come closer and closer towards my bedroom door. "tracy? tracy, oh my god," she rushed over to my side, shaking. ©lil_boo_uwu

SHOWTIME , BITCH

bruh this book is the worst thing ive ever written, kinda cute though