Now you may think you are gazing upon a terrible quality picture of myself holding a ramen packet. You are incorrect. What you see before you is a true image of sadness. It is a terrible quality image of myself holding a perfectly torn ramen packet. LESS THAN A MILLIMETER ABOVE THE DAMN LINE. What you are looking at is true sadness. On the other hand, my post-sadness ramen selfie is better than mindsensation so life's good. Sucks to suck bby. EDIT: Optimistic eh. I DON'T NEED OPTIMISM I KNOW I'M HOTTER.
OH MY GOD FUNNY STORY TIME. SO. WE WERE IN KEY WEST AND THIS REALLY DRUNK HALF DRESSED CHICK TRIES TO HAND MY MOM "LOTION". LITTLE FOIL SQUARES. "GOOD FOR YOUR SKIN". SHE WAS LIKE FOREIGN AND REALLY DRUNK AND WE STILL AREN'T SURE WHAT SHE TRIED TO GIVE US
OMG OMG OMG OMG BEEN TO KEY WEST TOO LO.,IKMUJNYHBGFVOLIKUMJYNHBTGFVDOIUYNGTBRVFIKUJYHGTRF Also, my mum was in Ibiza once with her friends and some person was offering them LSD and ecstasy. But they didn't take it, because they're not wierd drug addicts cx
