To suffering: until we meet again.

My Job period is coming to a close. If you haven't heard me screaming from my rooftop and seen the clumps of hair I've been scattering through the city, then let me bring you up to speed: I'm thirty-three-years-old. And I've been battling acne. It's been a hard turn of events for someone who was… Continue reading To suffering: until we meet again.

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