And You Don't Know A Thing About This Life

Now, before this story gets into depth and stuff, I want to apologize if it gets kind of shitty towards the middle. It's just that I usually take trips down Memory Lane, and after those trips my stories tend to go from cute and interesting to awkward and shitty.

Last night, I went through some old photographs from when I was sick and in the hospital and my grandmother had cancer and a bunch of tragic stuff like that.

So, sorry if this story turns to complete bullshit during this process.


Thank you so much for your understanding, you beautiful killjoys c:

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