I have no idea what I'll be doing for the next few days. Not a clue. Well other than work on the, not real life book. I guess I'll just keep listening to the same song for the third day in a row. I don't know why I listen to one song over and over and over again. But I do learn the lyrics to the song. Problem. I have listened to many song over and over again. So I know some songs by heart, some others not as nearly, some I don't even have a clue what their saying. But that's me. I'm in a corner writing this. Not because something bad, I just want to listen to music and write but my tablet also needs to charge, so I am ligitly I the corner with my dresser right on my right. Ligitly isn't a word, is it? Ah I don't bother with that, I'm not one for speaking english correctly but no one ever corrects me on it.
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The Life of Me pt.1
Non-FictionThis is my life, and the pain that comes with it. My story, and the loneliness that rides on it. This is the other side of StolenGiant, and there isn't a way back from it. So if you want to hear on how sucky my life is, read it. I honestly don't car...
