I read. I write. I overthink and oversleep more than I should. My subconscious mind has a better since of humor than I do, but I still attempt to make jokes. My life is like a box of fuit loops, everything is the same just different colors. My phone, aside from three humans, is my best friend. I live within my thoughts. I am misunderstood. 

 I'm new to wattpad, I started on writing a book recently. I need some helpful and constructive criticism on my work if you're willing to help, thank you in advance if so !