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Holy shit, I'm home.

Okay, not home, but on Earth. In America. In bum-fuck Kentucky.

Not exactly my dream place, but it's still familiar, which is more than welcome. But I still have this... thing. The journal. That means that it's probably not permanent-- but, I don't know, I'll try to enjoy it while I can.

I'm going to go try and find my parents ( Read more... )

Part 1: The Birth of You

Were you a planned baby?: I don't think so. I never really talk about that kind of stuf with my parents.

Were you the first?: Yeah.

Who was present at your birth?: My mom and a couple of nurses or doctors, probably. My dad couldn't be there.

Were your parents married when you were born?: Yeah.

What is your birthdate?: September ( Read more... )

Oh, shit.

Ohshitohshitohshit.

What is this place!?

If this is a joke, guys, it is not funny!