$south park fracture but whole gender nuetral$

$south park fracture but whole gender nuetral$

Even now, they’ve found a way to stay in my mind without the unintentional reminders from my mother. While I don’t exactly enjoy sitting around and mourning them, I find it to be the only thing I can bring myself to do when I remember them. It all comes back down to the same person and what happened to them, which admittedly prompts me to do the same thing every year. Regrettably, I allow myself to fall deeper into my mind with a frown as I dwell on why I’ve chosen to spend a perfectly good summer day - nearing the end of our break from school, no less - wasting away in my home. My already mild interest in the limited things to do in my bedroom fades as I focus back on my thoughts. Maybe they know what day it is and, just like me, are trying to find a way to distract themselves. I turn my head on my pillow to face the wall opposite my window, and I stare at the dancing shadows it almost seems like they’re putting on a show for me. Life gets busy, and I don’t have much time to focus on these smaller things. I’ve been meaning to get new ones, with the fabric present adorned with childish designs on account of my having owned them since before I moved here, but I never got around to it. They’ve barely been hanging onto the pole plastered into the wall above, and the more time they’ve been left to cling on, the less efficient they have become. The sun glares through the curtains hung above my window, and although it bothers me, I know that there is nothing that I can do to fix it at the moment. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 30,413 Chapters: 7/? Comments: 62 Kudos: 251 Bookmarks: 30 Hits: 6,560

$south park fracture but whole gender nuetral$

South park fracture but whole gender nuetral