Perks of being me
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Hey, did I interest you Into reading my story with my delightful story cover? I do hope so. Anyways, this is basically just everything about my life. Part journal/memoir/autobiography/rants and random shit that probably will make you feel concerned for my well being. It's also really personal things also, so I'm kind of spilling some of my dark confessions to the public. I might switch back and forth from different P.O.V's now and then just to spice up the unspiced.
Since this is probably good for nothing because nobody really takes interest in my life I do though offer you my friendship. Message me and after we've talked and I feel confident that you are not the next Osama bin laden I might disclose some more information so we can talk more and eat cupcakes and rainbows and play at the park and do whatever best Friends do together which I really don't know because I've never had one. Jk
Oh my god you're still there?
I love you.
You are an angel.
~Anyways creep my life xox~
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