To the people who will read this:
This ain't a book
those are mostly thoughts
and since this is life
those are questions.
I would go and ask Jesus
but he got killed.
I am that creep,
who drinks alone at 1 pm
at ur local bar
and dances to songs
made in 1990
I am wearing my jeans jacket,
a white shirt combined with some dr.martens and a pair of blue jeans.
I haven't washed my hair in days and the only make up I wear is a red (almost vanished) lipstick.
I am probably so wasted, I thought you are Ozzy Osborne, and that's why we started talking
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!