Let's start try to start this off the right way.

So what possesses someone to sit down and crank out 10,000 + words about their life? I have no idea, all I know is somewhere I went wrong and it needs to be fixed, or at least the problem be found. You should probably stop reading this, I am without a doubt pretty fucked up, and by extension anything that is written by me is meaningless, but if you stay… I’ll start with this. This really wasn’t going to be anything. It started with the line: “When she smiled at me…” and developed from there. I’ll try to keep it as accurate as possible. It will be in journalish format, some dates are approximation, but most are dead on.