
i wrote and wrote for 30 minutes straight until i could not stomach the way the ink sprawled across my paper anymore. before you read: part of this (possibly a large part) may be a bit incoherent as there are incomplete sentences and thoughts. this was not meant to be your average read or even really a story at all. i have no idea if the writing style will change or stay as cluttered as it is now or if any sort of plot line will come out of this. i only know that i must write sometimes and i can't stop it and so i do it here. my friend insisted i typed it out on wattpad because it was sickeningly beautiful. to each their own~All Rights Reserved