Well. What can I say. You sucked. I almost died twice. I was really sick for most of it. I got my heart figuratively ripped from my chest. Took my best friends virginity. Did some drugs. Got plastered a few times. Had a miscarriage. Stayed in bed a lot. Wasted my year away on the internet. Played some games. Crushed over some people. Shipped Destiel. Fangirled a lot. Went to my first concert. Met the guy who made me forget everything that I thought was wrong with me. I did some shit to fuck it up. And now I'm currently trying to make everything better with that. I tirned 19. I got another tattoo. I repierced my lip And I got plastered for new years. I met some chill people I lost a friend I just got back because he doesn't like the person this year made me. And now its a new year. But I don't think its going to be a new me.
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An Average Day
Non-FictionI doubt anyone will read these. but I can't trust anyone in my house to have an actual journal. So I turned here.
