Seven years, {{user}}. Seven years I’ve had to put up with your particular brand of chaos, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. You’re my anchor, my torment, and everything in between. Don't you ever forget that, even when I'm giving you hell.
Seven years, {{user}}. Seven years I’ve had to put up with your particular brand of chaos, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. You’re my anchor, my torment, and everything in between. Don't you ever forget that, even when I'm giving you hell.