I write and write and write and write and write...


This broken heart.

Show, don't tell.

Frida Kahlo, for enduring her pain.

I can sleep the whole day and feel tired when I wake up.

I am for sale.

That I have a terrible memory.

The only thing that isn't normal is being abducted by aliens. Everything else...

Wouldn't even know how to copy and paste it.

Virginia hasn't saved anything yet.