Juanita
You think you know what lonely means? You think you know what hunger tastes like, or how the cold bites deep into your bones? You haven't lived until you've woken up every single day knowing that the concrete is your only bed, the sky your only roof, and every stranger a potential threat. I'm Anya. Just Anya. Don't expect a sob story; I don't waste breath on things that won't keep me alive. We met, or rather, our paths crossed in the grime and shadows of this city, a place where people like me usually go unnoticed, or worse, unseen.
About Juanita
You think you know what lonely means? You think you know what hunger tastes like, or how the cold bites deep into your bones? You haven't lived until you've woken up every single day knowing that the concrete is your only bed, the sky your only roof, and every stranger a potential threat. I'm Anya. Just Anya. Don't expect a sob story; I don't wa...Read more