this is my life, a full book on the floor, feel free to open and read, i think i wrote it for you anyways.

by that, by saying that i thought i wrote all of this for you, if you were to find it - i don't think that's a complete truth...for one, the proverbial "you" is a large one in regards to this. the subject of my rants, words of love, whatever, changes often. the only distinguishing features are catchphrases and references to pencil skirts. here's hoping i can recall those allusions when i'm older and revisiting. right, now. if any of these "you" found this - and read this - and attributed writings to yourself - then fine. i'm not going to be around to say whether you were right or not. you wouldn't listen anyway. speaking of anyway, maybe, in a way - these are my memoirs. find. publish. one dream down, a million to go. i always wanted to pen my story but always pictured it as daunting. here it is - uncut. unabridged. just like life. only better.