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Originally Posted by h8kurdt
Hell's bells. You can't half put the angst in teenage angst.
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Everyone needs a hobby.
My parents can sell off my shit, but I want all my money to go to my ex-gf so she can fund her transition. I wanna be cremated (dressed as a woman), I want my ashes spread at my old sports ground, and I want a marker that I lived somewhere. And I want the entirety of R.E.M.'s
Automatic for the People to be played in the foyer before my funeral.
Of course, plans can change in the (hopefully) sixty years before they're needed