Today.
Shit went down.
And it's not my fault.
It's not your fault.
It's not her fault.
I guess only 2 of my readers will get this.
But.
I have feelings.
Kind of.
But.
You don't realize I was hurt too.
And that's the issue.
"wake me up when you know i'm not okay"
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The Evolution Of A Fairly Local Trash Can's Inevitable Death Recorded On Paper
RandomHow convenient. You get to have the complete and honest truth about the struggles of a complete stranger. What's more compelling than that?