Atlas

Ow, my non-existent tits.

Shit sticks.

Don't worry, don't worry! I'll be writing more. Short stories, novels, fiction, fan fiction -- I'll have something set by the 28th.

It hurts sometimes, but I won't lose faith in friendship.

Honestly, I have so many passions. I want to sing, act, dance, choreograph, direct, draw, design, and write. How in the hell will I only pick one career?