My book is being read. I guess that is what happens when I threaten asking for donations. Thank you to those who are reading it. I have no idea who you are, but I am pretty sure you must be somewhat of a stranger to me.

Strangers have grown to be my main support system and I thank you so much. Don’t feel obligated to leave a review because no one else did.

I am going to release books of poetry soon. I just need to muster up the strength to sit there and go through them. My writing can be described as battle scars. As I revisit everything I have written, I open up those wounds and pour salt, sugar, and butter onto them.