I'm just a simple singer in a... Not so simple bar. Not a story for now, but I might share it with you some day. Regardless; My name is Janyne and even though I don't like disclosing my age, I'm going to have to get used to private information if I want to write down my story, so here we go- I'm 23 years young. Whew, that was intense. Kidding.
My story is dramatic, open, honest, direct and everything else you might not like and if that bothers you? Stop reading; It'll only get worse. I'm mostly just writing all of this down to get some personal relief, anyway. The blood, gore, filth- I'm not going to censor it for anyone, because I don't feel like it. Skip parts at your own discretion, but remember, danger lurks a mere three steps away -sometimes less- and a sudden change of moods won't be uncommon. That's how life works, isn't it?
First of all, Fox, Kiwi, if you ever get to read this, I've either gone mental or I'm dead. Just... Always, always remember I've loved the two of you more than life itself. Glory, Gloria- My.. Interest in you transcends words; I can't express if verbally, though I don't think you'd expect that from me anyway. Jinx, thanks for, well, just being you and at that, being there for me. Oh and Johnnie? I really, truly am sorry, all right? I can't stress that enough.
Let's get this party started.
Love,
Janyne, and to those special to me, Nyn, Nynni, or Jan [whichever you prefer, dearests]