my stories are fiction(sometimes not) and usually sad
tho sometimes they might be happy,
all are gonna be very gay tho
what else I'm not really sure what to say,
I guess just,
honestly I'm writing this because I don't want to be forgotten,
I want to remain a part of people's memories, and I want that part to be meaningful, I wish It could be happy but yeah, I dunno I doubt it will ever be.
but maybe if I write this someone will feel better about things or at least like they're not alone so hopefully I guess if you're reading this maybe you won't feel alone,
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