On the left side of the sanity bell curve
One morning, when I was 14, I was quite rudely awakened by a knife in my stomach. At least that's what it felt like. I don't know how long I laid on the tiny, black and white tiles in my bathroom with nothing on but my birthday suit and just sweat. Buckets and buckets of sweat. If I moved, ...
I have lots of feels tonight, people so you're basically going to serve as my best-friend/therapist/sounding board/something. Just listen. Err...read. And if you're feeling all TL:DR, you can get to the main point by clicking here. This is a rather long, ranty, gif filled post of awesome but I know some of you can't handle ...
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