So my friends and I have brilliantly invented a comis about an Optimist, a Realist, and a Pessimist. I am the optimist bc I'm that fabulous. So here's one of our ideas:
Dreamer; One day, I wish to be an idol.
Optimist: WOAH THAT'S SO COOL, CAN I BE YOUR BACK-UP DANCER?
Realist; Optimist, Dreamer should have a back-up plan not a back-up dancer.
Pessimist; Oh, please. You're never going to make it, Dreamer. You're acting like she actually had a chance.
Dreamer; T.T y u do dis
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random shiat
RandomSig that comes from the mind that is mine, not yours, because mine is in me, and I'd have to be in you if your mind was mine, and it just gets weird
