Prologue
This story is insignificant. Because my life is insignificant.
I bet you wanna hear it anyway? Fine, I'll tell you, if only to get you out of my hair.
Just be aware this isn't a tale for the faint of heart or the easily offended. I'd rather not waste time on those weaklings.
No, this is for an audience who either has too much time on their hands or no life whatsoever. (What's the difference?) I mean, really, who out there cares about what I have to say?
Reading for enjoyment is for losers. Don't you know that?
Okay, so mostly it's a stupid college assignment. That's right. Our dumbass instructor thought it would be a great idea to have the whole class begin writing autobiographies describing our individual lives up till now.
Because everyone knows how very eager we are to recount old memories, pleasant or not. So here I am. Reopening old wounds like nobody's business, all for the sake of a goddamn grade I don't even give a rat's ass about.
Superb.
Then again… maybe this will be advantageous. A long overdue catharsis of sorts.
But this isn't about me. Never was.
This is about her. I'm doing all of this… for her.