This is me... my life, myself, my foibles, my hopes, my dreams and my wishes.
I am prone to sitting in a cosy corner with my notebook and jotting down ideas and life plans, I get so carried away. Life is a nuanced game, it's pretty in pink.
Not only have I been ransacked and raided under duress, but now I am being continuously raped. If anyone out there even cates (even for reason) send a prayer for me to have a profound instead of garbage experience
