Nothing. Not a thing. It's like everything before two weeks ago is just gone. I know things, not how or why or anything I just do. I remember bits and pieces. I know I don't trust people and I know I hate myself and I must've done something to deserve it but what? Why? Who am I?
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I don't know why I keep this up, probably just nostalgia, but be warned these are shit so I recommend the latest stories if you would like to read some of my stuff.
I seriously recommend not reading this...