When I say this I mean every word to the core.
She was a short woman with light skin and a hugely disproportionate amount of patience. But hen if you trained as a youth worker and community artist, that trait is most nesaccary.
It was the 3rd Thursday of the month and nothing particularly special had happened that week, honestly I don't think anything special has happened for a long time and yet again not gonna happen for a while either.
I'm really really craving cheese scones.
I'm not pregnant or anything (main reasoning against that fact is cause I have a dick) I'm just craving random shite at the moment.
Author note: Oh it was chapter ten, I'm really sorry I been struggling a lot late and I haven't been well at all on top of all that. All I wish for is your support in his situation so just please don't be angry sorry.
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General FictionAbout a young man named James. A fucked up yet privileged childhood. 4 ex boyfriends and a very forced ex girlfriend. Constant depression It will be covered in a sort of straight from the mind platform, it's everything that he thinks off that is...
