As said in the noble words of our favourite gentleman, Deadpool, Life is a series of train wrecks with little commercial breaks here and there.
So I decided why not be a steam engine raging towards its end rather than sitting on the sidelines waiting for my doom.
Being a multi-billionaire, you would expect my life to be full of luxuries, over exaggerated use of Instagram to show off just how amazing my life really is, hot model friends and tropical Martinis with boy band heart throbs as my boyfriends and red carpets as usual Sunday hangouts.
Well not really, if you don't consider chasing gang members, racing down town with assholes, fighting in abandoned parking lots, avenging some old cliché bullies and breaking hearts as part of being rich than I don't know what is.
So this is my cringe-worthy, crazy, full of fifty shades of shit story, with earth shattering attitude and devil personality which is brighter than your neighbours glimmer eye shadow, believe me. There will be some gagging romance and serene moments but please, lets not go there.
And of course, monologues from my enemy turned crime in partner, Eros, he always has a lot to say, I really don't know what.
Then there will be twists which are sharper than your curves in pine tree forests, what else...
Oh yeah! Quotations from Taylor Swift's songs... Now the story seems complete. Or is it?
Pack your sh*t and join me in my journey of taking back some control over my too damn spiralled life but just in case if you are clueless, it has more drama than your standard rich white girl saying bleh...bleh...bleh!
P.S. I am a hormonal b****h with little consideration towards people. You see life has cannon fired my humanity too many times to really care about other people any more.
I am like Katherine Pierce with her humanity switched off and a dagger in her chest. Yeah that's how pissed off I usually am.
I am Ellora f***ing Harris and this is me coming RAW.