Back to normal

So, you may be wondering, what wacky adventure are you up to now good boy???

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Therapy.

When I went to return my dawg my parents went ballistic and were all like “what the flip bro” and took me back in (my shit is still at William’s) (not literal shit tho) (I flush) 

I’d say my life is actually doing better than before, I’ve come to the realization that what me and my good girl had was toxic, and I’m gonna apologize, and let her grow her own wings. 

I plan on telling my therapist about will and stuff soon, wish me luck!