An Amalgamation of My Musings

YEAR SEVEN

Looking back from my new perspective as a logical, mature 24-year-old, I am still of the opinion that she's a total biotch.

Zane never spoke to me again, and I crossed off that approach to professing my love in the future.

Petting their beards understandingly, ICCH knew just the kids for the job. My siblings and I packed our trash bags and again, we were on the move.

I can't in all honesty tell you much detail about the happenings here, so this year will be a massive dumping of memories with my parents.

Year three was a little lighter-hearted. Well, it was much lighter, actually. This year was fun.

CAUTION: This post contains sensitive material and may be a trigger for some audiences. NSFW.

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