Why do people think that I'm made of stone when I'm made of glass. One poke at me and I'll shatter into a million peices And the worst part is that....I don't even know what's going on with me.
Want to ask me questions? See my behind the scenes? Even see my upcoming story sneak peeks?
Here you can request for a chapter read request as well as critique. There's even something better-talking to me about anything you want!