I haven't updated in a while. I'm in a really sour mood and about to enter a test, this isn't really the right time to write.
So it goes, right, Vonnegut?
My uncle killed himself the day before we left for Plymouth. Please don't write anything about it. I don't want to hear it.
He wasn't the nicest person in the world and I don't want to talk
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