*cough* it was a dark and stormy night!….kiddinggg! actually it wasn’t as tragic as it was stupid and dumb in a sense. I’m out here breathing like a human, you know? and this guy I had never seen before sat with me and my friends to talk about this thing…something about…saving the trees? So im like ‘cool bruh’ i like trees and i like saving them so come at me…and he asks our names and compliments each of my friend’s with like “such a lovely name” or “your name means…in french” or some other smooth shit and he gets to me and I’m like “My name’s Crystal” and this guy snorts…he snorts and is like “oh! like crystal METH! The drug…Nice to meet you Meth” and im halfway in between actually laughing or punching the guy in the face…but like trees, you know? he was pretty convincing…so it was a joke from then on and I’m called meth by the friends who were present that day…rip. yes, i know. tragic