Detroit

I'm 19 now. I did this as joke with my mate, Cristina. She thought it would be a good outlet for my creativity that tends to explode out on scraps of paper as ideas for stories. For some reason she thinks that writing on here will stop making me force her to read the paper copies. Ha-Ha, jokes on her. No, but seriously I find it funny that she thinks this will work. My poor naïve friend. It was good knowing you. I still want to laugh at you for thinking that this will help me stop forcing you to read my stories.