I'm always just surprised when someone writes something about me.
Nothing I ever wrote had a message. It was just my own personal experience.
As soon as the first person wrote about me, the articles became just blatant, all-out lies. I consider it slander. If I cared more, I'd kill them.
I believe nothing happens by mistake. You know, the universe has a divine plan. That sounds dramatic.
I'm like a child who belongs to nobody.
Mary prays the rosary for my broken mind.