I'm still crying over Civil War and its been 8 days.
Heck I'm still crying over the MCR breakup and its been three years.
On that note, I have started planning for a Frerard fic which I want to write and I have the basic plot line but I really can't motivate myself to actually start writing it maybe it's because I have too much work at the moment or maybe it's because I'm just hella lazy we'll never know for sure.
Anyways I'll probably post when I've stopped running away from my responsibilities and started doing something with my sad little life and by that I mean writing gay fanfiction about band members who don't know I exist.
I feel like I haven't posted anything in years and I felt really guilty until I remembered that no one is reading this and I will live the rest of my life alone and probably surrounded by cats.
I just love existential crises.
That always confuses me like why isn't it crisises or crisi or crisise even though it's pronounce crisees. Who invented English because I'd like to slap them in the face with a dictionary.
My stomach is really hurting and it's not cramps I think my body has decided to give up. If I die I leave everything to my cat except my bicycle which I leave to Tat Clintasha-Skyeward and please someone choreograph my funeral like the Helena video.
Mindless rambling over.
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