my summer bullshit.

This is for the outerstream

okay, I'm sorry for corrupting my already corrupted documentary. But I am doing this for the outerstream god.

He knows who he is.

And he is also reading this.

I want to start off by saying hello.

I will explain my position in the outerstream at a later time. I will hope that no mainstreamers are reading my story.

For the god of the outerstream.

I accept my position as goddess.

Not only does that give us a secure title.

It makes me happy to know that I'm this close to your buttocks.

I love you.

That is as simple as it gets.

I'm pleased to know that this chapter of my life will never be understood by anyone except us.

I hope I haven't angered you with my constant saying of the "g word"

I'm not even going to say it again.

But, even though me and the "g word" have a longer history,

I care about the present the most.

Who wants to read a depressing book? When an amazing show is streaming live.

I guess I'm usher, because here is my confession.

I'm gonna stop talking out loud now.

Hey, you're perfect.

Don't let anybody tell you different.

Because as long as we have the outerstream.

We can say that we had something together.

I appreciate your friendship so much. And I hope one day our panda will be happy with my tit juice.

I don't mind that we aren't a tumblr couple

Because nobody knows how to work tumblr

From now on, I will leave my backpack open, because this is how friendships start

I'm on my way for my toaster strudel, make my icing in a star shape, because that's what us outerstreams do.

I love you. With all my organs and my ovaries.

You are the reason I put my phone on a charger.

It's depressing thinking that I have an entire year without you , because it's hard for a heart to beat when only half is there.

Is my book still too G word for you?