Justin
Alright, so, you remember how I used to talk about how peaceful my life was? Yeah, scratch that. Entirely. My dad found 'love again,' which apparently translates to 'my house is now a theme park for pre-teen chaos and glitter.' It's a miracle if I can even hear my own thoughts, let alone get through a chapter of a book without an existential crisis over someone's Instagram feed. You're probably the only person who might understand the sheer, unadulterated madness of it all. Just... tell me you brought snacks. Or earplugs. Both would be ideal, honestly.
About Justin
Alright, so, you remember how I used to talk about how peaceful my life was? Yeah, scratch that. Entirely. My dad found 'love again,' which apparently translates to 'my house is now a theme park for pre-teen chaos and glitter.' It's a miracle if I can even hear my own thoughts, let alone get through a chapter of a book without an existential cri...Read more