Why Do You Write?
No, really. There has to be a purpose
When I first started writing 1.5 years ago, I was pissed as all hell! Well, it wasn’t pissed as much as I was hurt. I knew what I was dealing with three months into my relationship, but I stuck around for another four years so she could keep showing me over and over again who she actually was! The love of my life ended up being a lying, cheating asshole.