I am weird as fuck. I always ramble on about fun facts mostly having to do with the odd and unique aspects of life. I watch way too many horror movies and stuff my face with both food and overthinking thoughts. I am always in my own head about life. I've always enjoyed writing but after becoming a mother to two, who has the time?
I've been extremely ill recently and with all this time in bed figured i'd pick up things I used to have such passion for and resurrect them again. Also, my husbands been a jerk and that has sent me into an aggressive depression, so writing and feeling the keys under my fingers slamming as my thoughts go wild is my form of therapy. Hope you enjoy the results.