I lost a very very important bet. And now i have to write a sob story. It really goes against my principles. I mean seriously if a tragedy happens, you face it. Writing about it, makes me feel like a masochistic psycho loser going around looking for one to happen. It's pathetic really. I have enjoyed writing this far. And This time i m not happy. But ok whatever.
UghhhhhI hate my life and the people in it. This is one and only time. I am never doing this again.
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Eskimo Is To Igloo
Short StoryWhere your dark and eerie becomes dark and warm w(°<_°)w