I can barely understand anything with a computer chip in it. But I guess I'll give this a shot. Dear Facebook, you've been replaced. Just another distraction. Supposed to be writing an essay, not a blog post. Eh. Later.
Moms on Menopause.
I'm pretty positive this is where the idea of Satan was contrived.
No, this is not melodrama at its finest, this is not an epitome of exaggeration. This is truth.
bloop. bloop. bloop. that's the sound of me drowning.
10:03pm on a school night: Attempting to go on a run... when will I stop being a gimp?
Wait. No, I'm not. It's raining.
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