if i can grow new brain cells into adult hood (read this) then how come i feel so brain dead right now. ouch. working working working. i swear i am working on this book. not tonight. all night on friday. promise. stop looking at me like that.
i am 25
i write poems and short stories
i love photography and illustration
i am a sex fiend and a lover
i am a thinker
i still suffer of a broken heart
if you do not know me i'd like to know you