It seems i've come to the point where I want to practice writing more often. I also want feedback on my wording and things of those sorts. Please enjoy my sloppy, overly personal, gay, emo recollections as well as current additions to the mess that is my life. It'll kind of be like a sleepover with the weird kid who tells you her life story, takes cheese sticks from your fridge, then calls her mom at 3 am complaining of something completely made up; just so that she won't need to argue with her mother in the car on the way home. Feel free to comment anything that you feel when you read this monstrosity. Sorry, mom.
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