The Story of Alena
Once upon a time, in the eighties, I was born. I was awkward and tangled and usually had dirt on my face.
Then it was the nineties and I was a teenager. I lived in Seattle and spent a lot of time smoking cloves on The Ave (shh don't tell my mom) and lurking in secondhand bookstores. I was still awkward and tangled and usually had dirt on my face.
Now I'm a grown up and lets's be real, I'm still pretty awkward although I wash my face and brush my hair now.