So, just to be clear, I'm pretty sure I'm not gay. I wrote this because I might actually have a mental disorder that prevents me from being a likable person. I don't even know why this exists, but yeah, I made this and I regret ever choice I've ever made. This is one of those stories where I just wrote the first thing that came to mind, so please don't feel like I put any effort into this, cause I didn't. If your sick and twisted minds love this spawn of Satan, because of popular demand, I wrote a sequel, so be sure to check that out. I'll just be over here crying myself to sleep...
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