The Weight of My Crimes

Heavy heartedly I heave myself into Hell, in hopes I can fill this hole, to be whole. I am guilty for my sins. I have hurt many, and in homes created havoc, wrecked households and like a harlot, I've had my fun, and when I've had enough, hightailed away from it all.

Help was hardly helping, and I had hid my hideous face from holy harolds, trying to escape my own headache.

*clears throat*

Hello! This will only be my gazillionth attempt at blogging, but this time it has a purpose.

I'm Kaitlyn.

I'm a 17 year old Canadian who is crazy passionate about writing. I'd love nothing more than to be an author. I'm a home body and tea sounds lovely, thank you.