I’m 19, introvert and sickle cell anaemic, never mind that is not my story , i think there is always hope in any situation and i am infinitely optimistic. My blog is absolutely random, i fancy myself a wannabe poet and writer, i’m a complete stranger on earth who overthinks at night. I think all the time about oblivion and life, aside eating of course
If you ever meet me and i remain silent its probably because the physically non-existent batter is stuck in my throat stopping me from talking, maybe an anxiety attack, that remains undiagnosed.
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