Me. My problems. The problems that made me into a tomboy who hates the outside, loves games and has to many people past and present to remember. (it's about my life)
Idk if I would call this a story or something but I'm just gonna write my how I feel. Basically it's me telling you how I'm slowly becoming nothing more than a memory to the woman I really love and that no matter how much time passes I'll still be here.
Hopefully you can relate or just like it