I stood there, blinking at the disaster that unfolded before me—half-empty soda cans, chip bags spilling their greasy contents, clothes tossed carelessly on the floor. And there he was. Adrian. Sprawled upside down on his bed like he owned the place, thumbs flying over his Nintendo Switch, lips curled in that infuriating smirk.
Your support isn’t just about my stories—it’s about helping my family, who have been through a lot. I started this to support them, to stand on my own, and to create a better future. Writing takes time, effort, and dedication, and I’ve put my heart into every piece I create.
Every bit of support helps me continue writing while taking care of my loved ones.
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