Change of plans. It's not a story that I am ready or mature enough to write.
Back to square one.
It's already April. Where has the year gone by? Just a year ago I was standing in this exact same position. Time for a new story.
About Me
- angela
- I never claim to be perfect nor does my shit smell like roses. As a matter of fact, the smell of my shit makes me throw up in my mouth a little. The only difference between everyone else and I is I don't douse my shit in perfume to mask the foul smell. Nevertheless, you might need to spray some clorox to disinfect your eyes after this. I'm just sayin.
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