I do some dumb things. Don't give me a lighter, don't let me near the woods, and don't turn away from me for a moment (I will try to scare
you.)
I wonder what happens after one dies, that is why I am not afraid of the inevitable. I do have apeirophobia though, the thought of eternity is horrifying.
Call me by any pronouns, I really do not care.
المُتابَعون
قم بالتسجيل كي تنضم إلى أكبر مجتمع لرواية القصص
أو
