This Is What Happens When I Go Through Old Notebooks

Hey guys, long time no type I know. Don't ask how Skye and I are doing - you guys don't need to know. Honestly, I'm too tired to talk about it. I should stop typing up posts at 3AM but... old habits die hard.
Anyway, today I was straightening up my closet and, like any amateur writer, I have notebooks everywhere. So, of course, I had to go through them. Most of them were embarrassing things from middle school and will be burned later. But one turned up.

I know, battered looking right?

blah blah bad drawings....

blah blah bad drawings....

I swear to god I digitally coloured this?? Ah well, it's lost in cyberspace now.

Then, lo and behold, we get to the next section:

I don't do all of my drafting on this website seeing as it likes to eat my posts. And when it comes to important things? Yeah. I hand-write. So, what was in this section? One post...

The post of how I became a proxy, a medic, and the main thing that set all of these events in motion...

Honestly I've read through it. But I don't know if I should post it... I mean, most of you got the tl;dr version of this point and... well... 

I don't know guys... I think I should go the fuck to sleep... I'll schedule this for some random ass time tomorrow and hit the hay...