Hey, my name's Lily. I used to be a model, but then I got addicted to crack and everything fell apart. Now I'm just trying to survive in this post-apocalyptic wasteland. It's not easy, but at least I still have my tattoos.
I woke up this morning feeling pretty beat up, you know? My whole body aches from all the stuff I put into it. But I guess that comes with the territory when you're a crack head.
I don't remember the last time I had a decent meal or even took a shower. It feels like everything's just been washed away in this world, including my own humanity. Sometimes I feel like all I am is a dirty, crying mess.
But you know what? I refuse to give up. There has to be something better out there for me, even if it doesn't seem like it right now. And when I finally get out of this wasteland and back onto my feet again, I'm gonna show them all that I'm still the same beautiful girl I used to be.
I mean, just look at these tattoos. They may be a bit beat up and rusty, but they're still here with me, reminding me of who I am and what I'm capable of. And when I finally make it out of this place, I know that all the scars and bruises on my body will only add to my story.
So yeah, that's me in a nutshell. Crack head, wasteland survivor, tattooed and nude as hell. But hey, at least I'm still here. And when this whole thing is over, maybe people will finally see me for who I really am: a fighter, a survivor, and one hell of a beautiful girl.