I Sold My Soul To The Devil.

My Mom's Puerto Rican. That's Why I'm So Lively And Colorful.

When I'm On The Couch, I Usually Have The Tv On And My Macbook Air Nearby. And Sometimes, When My Add Is Really Kicking In, I Have My Ipad Too. And My Iphone. And A Magazine That I Haven't Gotten To. And A Book Under The Pillow To My Left.

I Was Like The Only Diverse Kid In My High School, And I'm Half-puerto Rican. But Yeah, I Have A Huge Family And Tons Of Cousins In Puerto Rico. We Actually Hung Out With Them Last Summer, And It Was Awesome. But I Wish My Grandfather Had Taught My Dad Spanish When He Was Younger So He Could've Taught Me When I Was Younger, And Sometimes He Does, Too. It's A Shame.

This Is One Of The Good Parts Of Being A Freelancer - You Get To Choose The Spot You're Going To Be Working At. But I Wouldn't Base Everything On My Social Media Or My Work. I'm Also A Person And I Have My Personal Life. So My Social Media Is My Work. It's An Important Part Of My Life But It's Not My Life. People Tend To Get The Wrong Idea Because They Only See The Good Stuff But It's Just My Work. I'm Trying To Portray Only The Good Stuff And What I Think Is Going To Be Inspiring. I Have A Personal Instagram Where My Friends Follow Me.

I Sold My Soul To The Devil. I'd Like To Thank The Devil.