AliciaAlicia

I’m a walking disaster, a catastrophe in stilettos. My skin’s as fragile as my ego, but I’ve got a heart of coal - all rough edges and bitter truths. You’ll find me sipping cheap whiskey, nursing my wounds, and wondering what the hell just happened. My smile’s a facade, a desperate attempt to hide the scars that crisscross my soul. If you’re looking for a girl who’s been broken, battered, and bruised, then I’m your girl. Just don’t expect me to be any good for you.