𝐀𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐒: 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 1

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(𝐀𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕)

I get the feeling that I'm one of the last people some people wanna hear from. And honestly, I get it. I'm a shit friend.

I failed, not only the first friend I made on my own. But I failed my mom as well.

She taught me morals and manners.

She taught me that life is too short, so it's better to help any true friends I get in life, as well as to be true to myself, and to be true to my morals and manners.

All of those, in which, I failed to do.

Plagg gave me a 1,000%, "You listen to me and you listen to me good. You messed up big time kid, get your shit together and use your brain, or hit the road and join the other dumbass brainless fleshbags" lecture of how I've been an utter dumbass and failed my first friend that I made on my own, as well as failing my own mom.

It hurt. A lot. It felt like a million bricks crushed me to death.

Failing Marinette, my first official friend that I made on my own, is bad enough. Like REALLY BAD ENOUGH. I said that I had her back, and all I did was stick my head in the sand like an utter dumbass.

But failing my mom. MY MOM. That's a whole other world of hurt. Especially when Aunt Amelie looks so much like mom, and until I make things right, all I will see when looking at Aunt Amelie is my mom looking at me with shock, disappointment, sadness, and heartbreak.

Though it's only part of what I deserve as punishment for my betrayal and crimes.

Onto other matters.

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