When I was kid I thought that the world was magical place.
I know how what I didn’t know then. Good people die and everything must come to an end.
I write stories to escape myself, and my mind because my depression is poison and anxiety is depression bitch.
I write story’s because that’s how I survive, it’s who I am.
My stories are funny, sad, silly and serious because that’s what my life is. A mix of emotions that never end.
Me and my band of misfits,
That’s how it’s always been
Us against the world
The four of us against all odds
We’re stupid enough to think we can save the world
And smart enough to pull it off
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