So... 
TWENTY ONE PILOTS TWENTY ONE PILOTS TWENTY ONE PILOTS TWENTY ONE PILOTS TWENTY ONE PILOTS TWENTY ONE PILOTS TWENTY ONE PILOTS TWENTY ONE PILOTS TWENTY ONE PILOTS TWENTY ONE PILOTS TWENTY ONE PILOTS TWENTY ONE PILOTS TWENTY ONE PILOTS TWENTY ONE PILOTS TWENTY ONE PILOTS TWENTY ONE PILOTS TWENTY ONE PILOTS TWENTY ONE PILOTS TWENTY ONE PILOTS TWENTY ONE PILOTS TWENTY ONE PILOTS

(did you see what I did there? I wrote it twenty one times. I'm so funny. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha.)

Facts about my "life"
So, obviously, I love twenty one pilots. 
I write bad stories.
I HATE public speaking.
I have two friends. Just two. 
I don't have a consistent updating timeline thingie whatchamacallit.

I'm done now. Bye!