Me, in April;
I don’t know. Do I really want to post this? I thought it was a good idea and I really liked the thought of posting it. But the part I was excited about the most might be really cringe to someone else. It really is kinda specific to myself. I know I’m kinda contradicting myself from before, but I need to be mindful about what people will WANT to read. Goodness… I know exactly what to write, but I don’t even have the heart to finish it…
Me, second of June,
THE HELL I WILL AINT NOBODY LOOKIN
PICTUREBOOK FANFICTION IS THE FUTURE
The only lie in April is the lie I be telling myself—






