okay hello fellow orange marmalades, it is now no longer chrysler and i'm still have an extended existential crisis, it's been well over four months and if won't let me bREAThE.
my crackhead ass decided to start writing again because i'm slowly going insane and i truthfully dk what to do/have no choice/other options.
i know i'm always over-the-top and can't keep my mouth shut but hEy it's an impromptu thing, i guess.
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now story: mad about the boy
(i am actually suffering what the friCk)
basically about people i think about a lot, and you get to see what i tHiNk (real-life people and ones i've made up in my head because i'm m*ntally insane uwu)