In the case this gets published.
I'd like to thank my father an artist in his own way who passed the troubled creative gene to me becuase who would I be if I didn't write. A special thankyou to everyone who brought me to every psychological breakdown that has occured to me in my life, nothing has inspired me more. Maybe I'll get to a point of indifference but for now you can take credit for your performance becuase I still hate you.
YOU ARE READING
Does it Ever Get Better?
Non-FictionMy Diary out of order. If you can relate I'm sorry but I hope reading will make you feel a little less alone. Thankyou for reading becuase then I dont feel so alone.
