Months zoom by. Shit happens but it's okay. We get through it. My friends go through shit but it's okay. We all live. We love, we fight, we hurt, but the least we can say is were alive.
The days that go by turn into weeks, then the weeks turn into months. Then faster than you thought possible those weeks turn into months.
My life went from January to November so fast that I didn't think I even lived in the months in between.
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My Perfect Year
Chick-LitThis is a story written in diary form down to the detail. It's about a "perfect year" more detailed, what MY perfect year and hopefully close enough to my friends perfect years. Almost all the characters are based off real people I changed the names...
