Some writers be like: you’re going to die, you’re going to die and you’re going to die. You get to live. But you’ll envy the dead. Hey, I’m one of those and I almost feel like I should apologise for that but only almost.
This story has been deeply personal and meaningful to me.
I’d like to express my gratitude for amazing family and friends who have supported me and put up with this strange introvert with basically zero social skills.
Some of you out there know better than others just how strange I can be and I should probably apologise for that but I won’t.
I would also like to offer my gratitude for every reader who has given me their precious time and attention. I hope I’ve been able to give you something worthwhile in exchange. Even if it’s just killing some time while stuck som
