Wake Up, Get Paid, Get Laid, Gatorade

Dedication

I dedicate this book to:

Silver_Galaxy890 Christine, one of my best friends whom I met in the beginning of first grade. I was terrified of the world back then from horrible past experiences, and you drew me out of my shell, not to mention started me on Wattpad.

CrazyBandAddict Kyleigh, you scared me sometimes. In sixth grade you told me the marks on your arms were cat scratches, and I'm sorry I didn't realize until a week later that they weren't. I was stupid, but I've known you since kindergarten and somehow we always find our way back to each other. I know I'm an annoying, clingy bitch, but I hope you don't mind me sticking around. And you're half of my OTP, that too.

beebobinski Molly, god where do I start. We were fucked, still are matter of fact, but we go through it together. The depression and anxiety and joy and excitement, we share it and make sure it doesn't get too much. We've always watched out for each other, and I'm grateful for someone like that. Also, you and Ky make an adorable couple, even if I do annoy you about it.

My girlfriend, Bri, who doesn't have Wattpad but is the most amazing person to ever walk this Earth. She's beautiful and smart and I love her more than I've ever loved in all my life so far, but I think I'll tell her what she is to me in person.

Lastly, my final and most important dedication.

You.

You are reading this right now, maybe commenting or voting, but you're reading this because it makes you happy or sad or some other emotion that you want or need right now. You are why I write, because for a very long time I couldn't feel anything, and that was terrifying. I'm glad I made you feel something, anything at all.

As incredibly cringey and cheesy as this is, just like the rest of this book, I love you all.

Stay alive.

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P. S. Please now go to the next shit show, Thanks For The (Meme)ories, Even Though They Weren't So Dank