Story of My Mind.

What even is this?

So ignore the title and the cover because this book is gonna be a random club ass party with gay pirates and shit okay. Just kidding. I just want to write and put this out there because I'm an attention seeking asshole.
You know that fucking moment when you realized a new feeling and ur like "holy FUCKING mother ho." And it ether feels like an orgasum on a Friday night or puking into the trash at 4 o clock in the morning.  And ur whole life flips shit and you flip shit and you look over to the person next to you and u ask them if they are the same person they were approximately 2.6 seconds ago before you flipped shit.
Well that happened to me the other day.  I can't exactly explain it because hello my brain has a lock and key too. Y'all need to stop snoopin on me.
That's not relevant, anyway.
Anyway. I flipped shit the other day and looked to the girl next to me and apparently I was a fucking tomato colored baboons ass, alright.
I have no idea what exactly happened but it did and I'm fucked up.
I keep telling my friend (which who I explained to.)
And she doesn't know what to do, now that I think of it she never knows what to do for any situation. That's okay though.
Honestly I just cannot wait for gay leopard pirates to break down my door, swoop my ass up in an eagle, and fly me to their stripper ship.  That shit sounds like a good time.
Now that I think about it, why can't we all just be happy on a stripper ship? All the food, drugs and sex you want!
Like damn I just wanna throw a big black dildo at the world but if we could all just have stripper ships everybody would be happy.
Nobody steal my quote okay.
I'm not quiet sure what kind of burning hell this will become but I'm sure you'll enjoy some part of it.