Now that my YouTube channel is gone, I’m having to deal with a lot of depression. YouTube was my shelf. Where am I going to put my tears now? A glass?
I wasn’t ready for this. Although I adapt well, right now I feel lost and alone. I’m sitting outside and listening to the birds; vodka in my hand. They feel like my best friend at the moment.
I‘m Eve.. pissed at God for taking away her banana, but the real tears are going to flow when Noah looks me in the eyes and tells me that I can’t get on the ark. I don’t want to be sentenced to death.