We as a human race are perverts. But dayumn, I am not complaining...
Well... I'm not exactly human, dude.
I'm a perverted unicorn.
I'm just like ten times better.
*insert Madea voice*
"Mmhm..."
Dear Friend,
Ash made it into the band!
It's amazing. I'm so happy for him.
And I guess I'm supposed to try and make friends with some dude that used to be in the band that Ash is now in.
Ash said that this dude, he dropped out of the band because, he was focusing on getting his GED. Apparently, he withdrew from school at the age of sixteen.
Hell, man, if I was in a band - I'd drop out of high school, too.
But, I don't exactly get why Ash would tell me all of this. Yet, he does know that I really lack social skills. I suck at getting to know people, seriously.
I really hate that Ash had to see me like that, the other day. I mean, the cut on my forehead is doing good. I didn't even have to go to the hospital. It isn't going to leave a scar, and if it does - I'm pretty sure that it won't be all too noticeable.
Not that anyone would care, but yeah...
Friend, if all else fails, I'm sure that you care.
Why else would I be telling you all of this.
You know everything, litteraly.
Blah-bla-blah-bla-blah
That's probably what you're thinking about my nonstop writing right now, isn't it?
I'm talking to a book again, aren't I?
Wow... Well, this day was bound to happen.
Oh well, whatever.
~ Mikey
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I Don't Even Know ❇ malum au
FanfictionA story in which a hopeless boy acquires a strange reliance upon a little notebook. A notebook whom of which he trusts with his deepest, darkest, and most personal secrets. :)The Journal of Michael G. Clifford(: THIS IS MORE THAN JUST A STORY BASED...
