That’s me down there: No, not the girl with her arms out, the creep in the back with the hot pink shirt on. I’m kidding, I’m obviously the one with my arms in the air because if I weren’t, this would definitely be a creepy picture to introduce myself as.
None of you know me, even those that do. So let me introduce myself. I’m Sam; full name Samantha, nicknamed Sammy which I switched the spelling of to Samii in third grade to make me unique. The spelling never stuck much but that’s a whole other box of issues I’ll open up to you poor souls later. Before I begin this blog I am going to warn the audience reading. This will be postings of my true life; my bland, honest, dark life. Not many “writers” do this because people who engulf themselves in their writing see it as a form of vulnerability. Writers are allowed to be whoever they want to be when they write. I am being myself; the hardest character in one’s story to write. I am doing this for myself, yes, but also for everyone out there who thinks true feelings are meant to be hidden. I’m not sappy, and I am nowhere near fucking cliche although that sounded cliche. If you hate oxford commas, the dirty truth, and fucking nonsense, this blog is not for you. For those that don’t mind, sit back, and enjoy the messed up ride I call my life. Maybe I am cliche, fuck.
Twitter: @samila_kunis
Instagram: samanthabridget
- I honestly don’t even recommend following me on Instagram because every time I creep myself I remind myself how utterly shitty I am at picking filters and taking pictures.
- I guess I’m pretty fucking gold on twitter, so have at it.
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