I had been on this big sphere of hate and love for three years. For some reason, at about this time I have a vivid memory of my dad picking me up over a fence and then we played at a park. I dunno might've been a dream or something or it could've been real. On my birthday I got a chihuahua that I had decided to call Lucy. She's still alive and as cute as ever 9 years later. My mum and dad still hated each other and things were still the same as ever except I knew how to talk and walk and go to preschool and stuff. I loved Hanna Montana and all those other terrible Disney shows that everyone used to love. I had the Hanna Montana merch and now that I look back on it I could burn it all with no problem and no regrets but of course my mum insists on keeping it. Well it's pretty boring so far but, as I said in every chapter before this, it gets better so try not to give up on me. Kay?
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