so you dated the wrong person and learned a hard lesson. you chose the wrong major and had to start over again. you cherished a friend who backstabbed you. it sucks, but it’s also going to work out. that’s life; you learn, hurt, love, cry, laugh, and keep going. you experience setbacks and you grow and it’s all okay.
I was kidnapped from my porch and stuffed into the back of a generic white van that suddenly sped off.
I wasn’t sure where we were going or what the people who took me had planned for me, but then I started noticing that we kept turning to the left and I found myself rolling into the wall. I got on my knees to see what they were doing and it turned out the van was just doing sick donuts in the parking lot of a BJ’s. Eventually I was able to undo my bindings and opened the back door of the van, but I decided to stick around with the kidnappers because they never stopped doing donuts and I thought it was rad as fuck.
