The things I write about.

But if you catch hold of me in the dead middle of the night and cut me open, you will find a little girl that is questioning it all. Do I see you in the desperation of an addict? In the screams of a quite child?

A morning in the life of Shyla

I walk into class. By now I have already got into a complicated relationship with Channing Tatum, got to college looking like I’m having a pre-midlife crises , contemplated monogamy due to a cab driver, tried to solve my crushing emotional problems with caffeine, disappointed my Nani, felt a slight satisfaction in his desperation and climbed four flights of stairs.