Most people couldn't care less about the description, they're too busy getting lured in by flashy covers. And let's face it, my cover ain't gonna win any beauty contests anytime soon. Here's to hoping that there are still readers out there who value substance over style, who won't judge this book by its plain cover So here's the deal: This book is moody, like a journal that only gets updated when the author feels like it. Reading between the lines is kinda necessary here, and don't expect a play-by-play of my day. It's just gonna be a loose collection of thoughts and emotions (sappy, I know). If you're expecting a perfectly crafted piece of literature, you're probably in the wrong place. But if you're open to something a little more raw, a little more real, and a little more human, you're welcome to read. The author might be a bit delusional, thinking she's some kind of poetic genius, but hey, she'll try (emphasis on "try"). So if you're down for a cozy, laid-back kinda read with some sappy emotions and questionable grammar, step right up! No promises though...who knows if you'll actually like it? I sure as heck don't. (All banner covers are sourced from Pinterest)
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