Alright, so yesterday I went outside (which is rare, but I gotta touch some grass every once in a while) and I don't know if anyone can relate, but there was this fly thingy but it just kept staying close to me, bothering me, and for some reason, staring at me
I tried to kill it, but I failed multiple times. I decided to simply give up after I almost hit my father with a spade.
What can I say? The last bit was certainly not my proudest moment. ^^'