WHY

Oh guys I don't even know. What is my life srsly. I don't know if I can do this anymore. Srsly internet you're killing me. And why did I ever go on tumblr it's just perfection and I'm dying I'm dying and it won't stop. Everything is magical. And I'm just unbearably happy. And gosh dang it why are people awesome and remind me of me and why do I suck so bad and talking on omegle is hilarious and all I can do is make jokes and nothing is srs and I think that that's okay who needs to be srs anyway. Too many people are srs. And that's a wall of text and I'm sorry but I don't know how to do this other than to ramble like crazy and just keep talking and at least I'm spacing because trust me in my head there are no spaces.

Also my art is garbage and I don't know how to draw and even when I sketch stuff I'm like "What the actual butts is this" and it's embarrassing. Because I want to give you guys gold. I want things to be good but it's all so bad. And I don't know what I'm doing and it makes me sad. And yes I just rhymed and if I don't stop now I'll probably start rambling.

I want fries and a grape Dr. Pepper.