Well here I am again. Pretty weird since I was just talking to y'all the first time huh. Yeah? Whatever. Anyway my art I love it. Its my soul, its what helps defines me. The real me, not what I make everyone else believe. It helps me believe that everything happens for a reason and that everything has a message. Whether good are bad those messages defines a person. And it really helped me define me. I feel trapped, suffocated to do all these things I know I'm not suppose to do. I mean vandalizing is fun and has a thrill. But the thrill never last long. I could do something stupid and forget about it the next day. But with my art, the thrill is still there and it stays there. Its what makes me....me. But I really don't no anymore the person I'm becoming.
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Country Fire
RomanceRussell's life was peaceful. Rainey's life was full of danger. Until they meet though Facebook and fall in love. Could Russell mold Rainey into the girl of his dreams. Or could Rainey turn Russell over to the bad side. Find out in the by reading my...
