I’m a 20 year old creative writing student in Florida, craving for the art of adventure I’m stuck in a forever time loop of bad luck and misfortune.
I write for a indie music magazine and I’m an assistant for a fashion designer.
I’m not really sure who I am, and I find that everyday is a constant struggle to pick up where I left off the prior and so on. I find pleasure in the smallest of things but l tend to lose track of time, my thoughts and the days. I’m neither here nor there on any decision that is mine to make and I can’t ever find the damn remote. I have a nag for collecting keys, reading Rolling Stone, having way to much time on my hands, watching re-runs of Friends and reading great english literature.
I’m a mess, I have red hair and I’ve never been more scared in my life.
Welcome to my head.