Beatrix. A fucked up, french speaking young lady. A writer. A smoker. Who love books, rain, street lamps, polka dot and cigarette-holders. A cynical, emotionally instable bitch. But also a sweet, demanding little five years old girl, somewhere. And that's who I am. Or maybe not.
worst part is i can’t blame anyone. Mom has been super nice too me in the last weeks, my friends are wonderful, the customers are pretty kind too…I can’t blame anyone. I’m just fucked up and I don’t know what to do.