Hallo!


Let's be friends. All we gotta do, let's be friends.


Shall we?

We shall. :D

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You have reached the 2017 me.

I am an expert hypocrite, an optimistic realist, and a cookie monster. My haters--otherwise known as friends--recommended me to be put into a zoo because I am a whole new species on my own and that there needs to be a warning sign that says 'APPROACH WITH CAUTION, WILL DEFINITELY STEAL YOUR FOOD IF IT LIKES THE SMELL.'

They keep an observation diary of me, saying it will help scientists decipher if I am an evolved human being or an alien specimen. From my unpredictable reactions, major mood swings and insatiable hunger and boredom, they believe they understood at least one thing:

It's fun being with me.

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Hey it's 2019 me and I totes don't understand why internet people think I'm a jolly person?? Like, I thrive on rainy days, disappointment, and gloom and doom.

Well, that's what I like about strangers. You can assume the best of them and never get to know the ugly in them. And that's perfectly fine with me uwu