I've decided to begin writing this stuff and other parts of my life in the form of a YA novel. I know (painfully) I'm not the most perfect person in the world, and I don't have a super interesting life or would likely be found in a YA novel, I think my friend would fit the role better actually. She's got an adorable cat and a weird dad. Perfect for some melodramatic cheesy love story about finding yourself and whatnot. I have a cat though. And my dad is weird in his own fatherly way. So. Ehm ehm.
Shit this is harder than I thought.
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HorrorA collection of blegh that is either depressing or uninteresting.
