Today, in the life I had before this one started, I died. I was the first to die on the barricade my friends and I held, in what was supposed to be the next French Revolution, and every year since I started remembering this has been, uh. It's been really hard?
Especially considering how much I miss them. Drinks in my departed friends' memories anyone?
I really need to wear a sign that says I'm taken because I got hit on like six times today. Which normally wouldn't make me angry but I DO have Maxxie.
Maxxie
Maybe I should get your name tattooed on me. What do you think?