I write, but I have this disease where I can't get past the initial ideas of my stories, thereby making my head a cluttered, cluttered place. I swear, if it were possible to walk through my mind you'd just be stuck in a ball pit, where each ball is an unfinished story. Or a desperate craving for Doritos.
المُتابَعون
قم بالتسجيل كي تنضم إلى أكبر مجتمع لرواية القصص
أو
