Let's start with the good stuff.
Well, I'm trying to draw more stuff to put up, but, um...yeah.
Might make a tumblr.
And I'm creating a unique style.
Okay. Rants.
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*THIS RANT WILL BE ABOUT A CERTAIN FRIEND OF MINE, SKIP IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT*
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So. We all have good or bad friends, right? Well, this friend of mine (I'll refer to my friend as "P" )
She SAID that her back might me broken. But NOPE. Just this tiny bruise. What a BABY....also, she gets hit with a basketball. Big whoop. I got hit by basketballs every day when I WAS YOUNGER THAN HER. And I never cried. How old was I? Oh, how about,