Chapter one

I think everyone's born for a reason. Whether it be to become the next Hitler or solve cancer. Even if your purpose is just to be born and take up space, never really amounting to anything and making meth labs in your one bedroom apartment, you still made it. "Everyone's born a winner, it's up to you to decide what you'll die as" Jesus once said.

I think being sad is healthy. Not all the time but being able to cry every once in a while feels good. Unless you're me and you cry every alternating Tuesdays.

This book was made as my coping mechanism and my rant shit post