I'm 15.
I have many friends.
I like cute girls that don't get mad a lot.
I am 4.3 inches when I am flaccid, just to let you know, of course.
One of my many friends is addicted to Witcher and Assasin Creed, but that's cool I guess. He also has a big penis, and great hair.
Another friend, who is sitting right next to me, touching my nipples, is a cool dude.
I have a female friend who I've known for years. She's like a sister, but she doesn't see me as a brother, and it makes me sort of sad.
I've had 8 girlfriends so far.
Yes, it's true.
I'm pretty nice, the only problem is that I don't know when I'm being annoying or mean.
I forgive people for a lot of things.
I sometimes put a, "g" at the end of, "within" like, "withing," and I hate it.
I work at a daycare and take care of kids.
I'm 5'6.
I have a really good life.
And I also like to write.
Why the fuck did I write 758 characters describing myself?
- JoinedJanuary 14, 2019
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