Looking back at this, there is a lot of emotion here. A lot of shitty writing too. Appearantly, I didn't know how to grammar either. I apologize for that. Most of this was written late at night, while I was busy crying. I've grown a lot in the past couple years. A lot of this doesn't apply to me anymore, and some of it is all too real. I started editing some of it, but gave up. It is what it is. This book of ramblings is me. A weird, dark, immature, and annoying version, but a version that is all too real. Each of these chapters is a scar I am willing to reveal. I hope some of you can relate.