Me.
The drunk assholes who hollered at me and Lucy, “HEY BABE CAN I GET SOME?!” were lucky I didn’t exhale a swarm of bees in their direction.
FuckingmotherfuckerscocksuckersIfuckinghateyourgoddamnguts.
How do you do cute I want to learn.
My dad busted down my bedroom door when I was 10 and it’s slowly deteriorated since then. I’ve had constant bruises on my hips from ramming the mass of my entire body into the door, just to get it to open. Because the door knob doesn’t work and I could probably pull the entire thing straight through.
My the hair creature is in a ponytail, it’s wet because washing it is the least fun task ever. Worse than doing dishes. Other people’s dishes. And that’s no fun at all. 
Alieneyesalieneyesalieneyes.
Eyes are cool.
♫ It’s raining,
it’s pouring. ♫
 
*Ominous music plays in the background*
 
I am the king of faces.
I hadn’t ever had star fruit before, but at least it’s pretty cute.
Happy Barfday to Mew.
 Give me kisses because I didn’t get any presents. 
Me.
Mouths are weird.
I’m tired and I’m not sure what I’m doing with my hands. Maybe trying to deflect beams of moonlight into my skull, I don’t know.
And by the way, dude, now we have the same shirt. 
Mew mew pew pew. ~