So, I recently found someone I lost a while back. His name will be left unsaid, for he doesn't know I'm doing this. This guy, I. Eat when I was 12 and he was 18. Yes, I know creepy and shit. But this person helped raise me through my teenage years, when no one in my real life new about my depression. This book will include memories, stories, swearing, roleplay and much more. I have the age lifted on this because there is a lot of bad language and sexual jokes.