so it all started, 02/11/19. my 16th birthday. and i met this really cheeky fun guy named frost, things started off smooth like mommas sweet sweat breast milk. mmm, tasty. that's besides the point, as the day continued i was reminded of a beautiful day last year where a man named frost harbor said, "hey babi, u get onya knees and make this oreo turn purple i'll get u rainbow six seige." i was scared, but i did it. being raised with no money and 5$ to your savings you'll do anything. anyways. i reminded the man about the promise and he kept denying to ever meeting me or that moment happening in his existence. i fell to my knees in my school girl outfit as my blackberry phone played, "butterfly." by loona, i took one step up my hair dangling infront of my ripped open shirt covering my big juicy purple and pink nopplez. i didnt care to cover them. i reached for his shoulder and missed, and that's when i turend my head left and saw a semi truck coming at me.. not one. but two, two semi trucks coming at me and boom there i was on the road laying with my hair 90 degrees off my forehead and my eyeballs blinking at my own coochie. today marks the 10 day anniversary of the incident and im still recovering, this hospital only plays rupauls drag race season 4 episode 1 on repeat. it's a living hell.