I am not a professional. I am not a writer. I'm a little internally insecure, but even though some of these stories may make me feel uncomfortable, they are stories that - I feel - I need to tell before moving on with my damn life. And as you read this, I may sound like a "debbie-downer" or an "all about me" type of conceited problematic person. I know the world doesn't revolve around me, and I also know there are folks out there that have been through - and are going through - much worse. I'm just writing to relieve myself of these thoughts, histories and stories that I feel are worth telling - and hopefully, find people that can relate to them-or just like reading them. I'm not much of a talker, shit never comes out my mouth correctly, so I attempt (poorly) to write ((..hell...I can barely write a paragraph without any run-on sentences. noticed much?)) Don't grade me for grammar.
sidenote: cussing may occur.
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