whoop whoop.

I'm back from New York.

I went there for a baby shower then I didn't go to the baby shower because I was sick.

Guys help.

My life is gonna turn into a living hell.

My grandma has my journal with all the chapters  I have planned for stories.

If she reads them my life is over.

I'm not allowed to say hell or bitch and I wrote those in the journal.

Flip my life.