You don't know pain until your homophobic parents try to take your girlfriend and everything that matters from you, you march through three neighborhoods with period cramps in a Totoro onesie for candy, and you fall and cut your hand on someone's shitty Halloween decorations.
Fucking help me.
(Jk I'm eating candy with my girlfriend everything is okay now, how was your Halloween?)
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Wake Up, Get Paid, Get Laid, Gatorade
FanfictionA combination of a journal, a tag book, a rant book, and a place I put all my random bullshit. I'm really emo btw bye. This is the cringiest shit ever I'm so sorry.
