alright y’all, sit down. we gotta have a serious talk. so, i’m battling depression on some real stuff. i been begging my mom not to send me to a mental hospital but i think she’s about to. i feel like my friends don’t care. they’ll see my slit wrist and keep it moving. anyways, just wanted y’all to know so that’s why i haven’t really been updating unless the chapter was pre written. if i’m gone for a while, i’m at the hospital. that’s all, have a good day.