...and yet I still can't breathe. I want to vomit out every part of me that allowed myself to be swooned. I'm imploding slowly. I want to be over it. And yet, I still. can't. breathe.

It's been 95 weeks since my last update. I'm impressed.

Nevertheless, I wanted to wish you luck, happiness, and contentment, Amber.

Welcome to the world Dani California.

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