Kids, the world is a cruel cruel cruel place. The world just wraps everything into a neatly tied package and chucks all your life’s work and horrid thoughts back at you becuase it can. BECUASE IT FUCKING CAN.
P.S How do you write a story about change?
Edit: April 7, I’m sorry karen 
P.S It is absolutely true when people say that a little trigger can send you flying. but to what extent does it go to and when does it end?
