I always saw myself having a better ending, like dying of old age at home in bed next to my husband, or maybe like I don't know a car crash gone wrong where I would just die instantly, without fear or regrets cause I would not have the time to have any, so now as I look at the edge of the plane I really am beginning to question my sanity I mean who in their right fucking mind would jump out of a fucking airplane with just a parachute. Clearly I would but just why GOD! Why was I so stupid to come here in the first place. I guess sometimes I really am a dumb bitch that just can't handle this bloody ass twat of a guy that said this would blow my mind. Well he got one thing right people I might just die and my brains will most certainly be all scattered across the park where we are supposed to land at. You my dear reader might be wondering why am I here to begin with, well let me take you all the way back to my childhood, cause to understand my sudden lack of judgement you first have to meet my torment, the one and only Gibran Hunt
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