𝖠 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄, 𝖻𝗎𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌; 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨'𝗆 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖠 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾, 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋... 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒. ˜"*°•.•°*"˜ read the introduction for more information requests are opens small warning that most of these were written during 2020 and on and I was just too lazy to edit them to my modern writing style. The more modern ones are written in the first person. started: june 12, 2023 finished: