I'm 19 and I want to be a writer. I sometimes sing too, but I mostly just live in my bed and eat.
I have a good friend called Frida, who is a french bulldog and enjoys the same things I do: sleeping and eating.
Like birds of a feather, we stick together.
“My mother is worried that I have mental problems. I found a book about teenage paranoid delusions during a routine search of my parents’ bedroom. After that, I started slipping certain choice phrases into our conversations.”