I don’t know what to say about myself that you wouldn’t pick up on by reading my pieces. I’m 24. I’m not sure who I really am or where I’m going and I’m realising no one else does either. My mother says she thinks I’m a very talented writer but hates to read my blog because it’s “filthy”. I use to take this as the highest of compliments. If I’m not serving tables I’m probably drowning my sorrows in cheap beer and chronic. I just write what I know and sometimes what I wish I knew.
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