Danie Raw

Professional Oversharer. 48 days into recovery—which is almost impressive if optimism weren’t so exhausting. If sarcasm burned calories, I’d be a supermodel by now.
Boyfriend’s in prison, but our love life still manages to be more stable than my income. I miss him like my bank account misses money—and yes, all proceeds here help fund my future tech school enrollment (because apparently, emotional baggage doesn’t count as “marketable skills”).
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