I’m no writer. I know not of such flowery words. But I’m a grenade of thoughts.
I write what I think. The world can judge, including you. I don’t really because its the gush of freedom that inspires me to write what mischief the universe throws at me.
So I’m gonna fill up this blog with stories- some true, some unreal. But they all come from the tiny cells that make up the tears, the laughs, and the smiles that colors my life with the chaos of trouble.