This is where my creativity takes a break. It's technically some sort of blog about my life, but what did i say? Im not comfortable sharing thoughts with my friends or even family, so obviously im doing what im doing here.
That didn't make sense, did it.
So to make it clear, im copy and pasting those "based on a true story" shite over here. Okay? Okay. Ok. K.
This book is based on true events, but names, locations, and certain details have been altered for privacy and narrative purposes. While every effort has been made to accurately portray the experiences described, some elements may have been fictionalized or condensed for dramatic effect.
...ok im not sure what the heck condensed means, but let me tell you i did not do some milk procedure on these.
So here's some of my reasons on why i, an untalented random reader, decided to write this... thing.
•To rant to something else other than my journal which resembles some sort of comedic obituary now
•To see if anyone would bother reading my life's drama
•To try to be open with my feelings in another way instead of pouring loads of colored liquid on a canvas or talking to a mirror
•^or having tentacle like earphones hanging off my ears 24/7, which i dont complain at but hey this is what the psychologists say
•To see if im not alone in my everyday's odd experiences, which im starting to be convinced in
•To be me in a way no one knows me.
But oh well, let the show begin mofos.
Anygays,, yes duck off Silver Tounges is my anthem
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Non-FictionI wouldn't say im a lonely person. Past me probably would but ive come to terms with the fact that i got a few friends/acquaintances myself. But with these people, we arent that close for me to share my thoughts. I keep a journal but its hella exh...
