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I'll be sitting there, a wrinkled old woman and my grandchildren will be looking up at me. Their faces will be full of potential and I'll be in a rocking chair. "Tell us a story, Grandmama," they'll say. And of course I will and that story will be:

"When I was just a young lass, only seventeen, mibBA F*CKING CRASHED AND I JUST. I CAN'T EVEN AKLGklgSKLGM."

and then they'll cry and won't be allowed to visit me anymore.

Anyway, I hope some of you stuck around for the rest of this journal. The point is I lost 30 subscribers and twenty something comments on one story, and like one subscriber on another, lulz. The point is, it sucked. SUCKED LOOOTS OF BAAALLS. OH MYGOSH AND A HOLE ENTIRE STORY OF MINE AND IT'S LAYOUT IS GONE. I TOTALLY FORGOT. YAAAY.

On a side note, I'd greatly appreciate if you checked out this story. It's about a girl who's addicted to drugs and lives with her abusive boyfriend and basically how she lifts herself out that hole of a life.

BYE FOREVER.