I don't have anyone to talk with IRL...
I mean, not internet, I do have people to talk on here, but IRL, I'll be going bonkers soon.
I'm just staring at the mirror and talking to myself...
I'm not gonna be surprised if my dad deems me crazy >.> It's just that the only person I spill my everything to is in London and connection here fucking sucks
Facebook... Improve your damn connections you assbook
Also.
I will officially call Wattpad "Asspad" in honor of Facebook's name in our household
Excuse me while I mumble even more scrap that no one cares about to the mirror self and touch up on my Tim Burtonized-persona
-Fae needs to talk about the Shattered Glass and Wings of Fire or else she'll explode into madness
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A Medix Scribble [Sketchiyup 2]
RandomWelp. Book two. More doctors scribbles :3 Some media ain't mine, the whole legal blah blah of saying all credit to them. Others are mine. Transformers shit and other. You've been warned of my sanity level.