My name is Ingrid, I'm the girl who can watch tons of horror movies and not get scared but will scream at the top of her lungs when the toast pops out of the toaster.
I'm probably the most sporadic, perky and exaggerated person you will ever meet. I recently bought a saxophone because I'm cool like that but all I can coax out of it so far is a wheeze and the occasional, um, scream.
RAW= Retard Attempting Writing
Reality is a drag.
I mean, whenever you have this really good dream and you never want it to end reality just can’t hold out and has to smack you in the face like a rubber band that’s been stretched far beyond it’s capacity, and, at the exact same second your alarm goes off signalling you to get up and do whatever you’re supposed to be doing. Coincidence? I think not. You see, I think that reality is a form of depression - Yeah, I need to write more of it.
Thank you all for your follows and/or likes. (^u^)
That's all for now,
- Inky x