IL'm 26 and whenever i look at my life i keep asking myself where i went wrong.i'm struggling with everything sometimes i think that dead people are real resting because the struggle is real.i even used to judge people selling their bodies to get incomeife will real test you.
Still, I liked my job. The pay was good for relatively simple work. A win-win. Three months ago, however, I received an assignment that I haven't told anyone about to this day.
Desperately trying to pinpoint which computer/laptop/tablet/phone/external harddrive/thumbdrive/sd card/punchcard/knotted cord i stored my fic on so I can work on it while the spirit is still with me