About Me
Andrea Killen.
Life. I've always thought of it as something you are just, there for. Nothing important. Nothing special. Nothing needed. At least, in my case. I take life for granted. I'm free. But, trapped. Me. I'm messed up. Yes, it's true. I admit it, freely. I kill myself a little more every day. I'm elsewhere. Not here. Not there. I'm no where. It's scary. Waking up, feeling as if you don't belong. Knowing, that you don't belong.
My life started in Tinseltown. Los Angeles, California. Not healthy at all. For me, at least. My family was not rich. Poor, actually. My father was a drunk, and my mother worked in a small cafe'. It's nothing special. I wanted more. I needed more. I was beaten as a child, until I learned that Dear Old Daddy was afraid of a gun. When I was fifteen, I pointed a gun at my father's head. I told you I was messed up. Then, I left. Left my brother, sisters, and my mother. I really didn't leave them. I was already gone. Really gone.
So. Now, I'm on my own. I started living with a close friend. Around the age of eighteen, I was pushed into prostitution. My friend was in the business, and making load of money, so, I thought, why the hell not? I made enough to buy my own apartment, in Beverly Hills. Yes, I was a very wanted job. I made a lot. I do regret it. I hated it. Now. You know all about me. Or maybe, you should get to know me.
