So the first memory I can actually recall is me looking up at my grandmother and asking, "What is my name and how do you spell it?" Weird, right? I know. Still, it's the first one I have. So anyway, I was told that I was smart as a child. When I grew up, sure people told me I was smart, but I knew better. I say that because I know that there will always be someone better. Someone will be better at math, at English, science, history, computers, art, musically, or whatever it is. I'm okay with that too.
Anyways, but as I grew up, I noticed that I never truly had any real friends. I grew up moving every 3 months to every 3 years. I never really stayed in one place too long. I've lived in Alabama, Mississippi, Tennessee, and Wyoming. I have never been outside of the United States. So with that said, I can say that I've lived in many different towns and houses in those states.
I have made many acquaintances along my journey of life so far. I keep in touch with a lot of them. (At least I try to.) I am a homebody who doesn't want to leave my bed, so it's hard to get motivated. That also is a smidge of the depression as well, but still.
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The One With Wings
AcakIn this story, there is a lot of language, sex, romance, triggers*, and the rest of what you can imagine. *PLEASE, be warned that triggers include cutting, suicidal thoughts, violence, depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder, molestation, and more.
