Im really just a simple girl...
okay, so maybe i'm not? i'm broken inside, practically dead. No one understands me. not even my best friends, but you wanna know the funny part of this story? everyone thinks i'm happy, because that's what i do, i plaster a big fake smile and i cough up some fake laughs just to make ends meet.

My stories are a part of me. They are the only things that actually mean something to me in this terrible world we live in, my heart goes into them. please please please insult me but not my books

writing is the only reason to live.