No offence. It's not correct grammar, layout, or spelling. Here's your prologue, the way it should look...
I never really understood life. Its confusing in its self. So many losses. So many deaths. This is my story. It probably isn't the best way to meet your future lover, but it's how I met mine. The man of my dreams. At first I felt hatred toward him, but now he is my drug of choice. My heroin. My everything.
I never really understood life. Its confusing in its self. So many losses. So many deaths. This is my story. It probably isn't the best way to meet your future lover, but it's how I met mine. The man of my dreams. At first I felt hatred toward him, but now he is my drug of choice. My heroin. My everything.
Message me if you want anymore help.