Disrupted
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Ongoing17m
Last published Sun, Dec 30, 2018
Let's begin, the Chronicles of the part of my life that I don't share, simply out of burden. It may seem sort of dark so if you are not into that, maybe this isn't the type of book you wanna read.
It's autobiographical, and mostly nonfiction, completely my thoughts and things that happen around me. Just fore reference, people like to regard me as negative and depressed but I believe in none of that. I am a happy pig, and that's what I shall be.
With a little hint of humor and happiness here and there, and things that come up in my mind. Mostly thoughts that bother me which may be childish but that's how I roll.
Have fun reading, but I've warned you, it's not for the faint of heart. (But it's not horror lol)
Now, shall we continue?
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