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.