2025-05-30
I’ve lived like an orphan for decades—gritting my teeth and getting through it all on my own, carrying a body full of pain and illness. But I’m still standing strong.
Just a few days ago, I joked with my bestie: maybe I should start preparing clothes for all four seasons—because if I really do end up in prison, you’ll be the only one bringing me something to wear.
I truly hope that day never comes. With the way my health is now, I doubt I’d survive even a month in there.
There are still so many people in the stories I care about, and I want to see their journeys come to a happy ending. Wish me luck—I hope mine ends with one too! 🙏🙏🙏