Wow, I never thought I’d say this but I am finally embracing my love for these stupid stories that pop into mind whenever I try to sleep. I literally feel like it is the only way to express myself (ou’whateva). Don’t get me wrong, I am highly opinionated, talkative, and stubborn, and nasty ass hell, but I rarely express myself when I desperately need to. So here I am expressing through stories. Thank God for my passion.
p.s: let me know what you want to be when you grow up/your major when you graduate. It’s been a pain, having mom ask me that all the time and not have an answer.