Them

These are a series of stories.
Stories of little importance to the world, yet with hold no insignificance to me.
No, I am not a hipster.
My not being a hipster explains why the creation of these stories aren't on Tumblr.
(Nothing against Tumblr- or hipsters)
No, I am not depressed.
(Most of the time)
No, these are not self harm stories .
(Most of the time)
No, I do not condone self harm.
(Most of the time)
As Marilyn Monroe once said,
"I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love."
So there, my explanation for the creation of these series of stories.
I am just blinded by a very captivating illusion, from a very demanding reality.
Sincerely yours
Righteous Writer

(EVERYTHING WRITTEN IS MY OWN AND BELONGS TO ME UNLESS SAID OTHERWISE)