[A/N: YA'LL I JUST REPUBLISHED THIS BECAUSE OF SOME CURIOUS FANS. I WROTE THIS ON SEVENTH GRADE. R.I.P. MY MIND.]
After a reading a lot of fanfictions, my mind decided to give me a delusion of a certain dream demon with me most of the time. And sinc...
I seriously don't give a fluff if they use the damn flipping aircon. I have no need of it. I'm comfortable with heat, which is kind of weird.
Now wonder cold temperatures bother me now.
Well, sometimes my emotions match the temperature. When it's to hot, I get all fumish and mad, and when it's cold, I turn into a careless person.
And I don't like the idea of paying me P50 for just sleeping with them so they can comfortably $!$£ing use the stupid ^&=¥ing air conditioner. It's like selling me to do something I never wanted to do.
Well, at least they know I have emotions. Or are they trying to manipulate me? Am I even adopted?! To fluff and back, I'm not. But there's this part in my head that keeps telling me I'm just being used again.
Those were what those voices said. I don't feel like translating it to you guys, go figure it out yourself.
(Kid, you are one of the most persistent people I have met other than Pine Tree.)
7:44 AM
Last night I couldn't sleep with the temperature.
Well, I was comfortable, but the heat got me. I basically tried almost all the positions my brain thought.
(Until she moved her head infront of the fan and her feet on the pillows.)
That was when I became comfortable.
And then I woke up at exactly 7:21 in the morning, earlier than I planned to.
I'm womdering if God wanted me to wake up this early or it was just the science of temperature.
Twat.
So right now, I'm in the dining room, drinking a few cups of milk.
...
The zalgo text looks evil though.
Wait. I'm a lawful chaotic, or just somewhere there. Because I'm right at the middle.
1:32 PM
I swear, I'm reeeaaaallyy hungry right now.
But I can't awaken my parents. I already like having the house to myself, thank you very much.
By the way, I got to talk to the new friend I found. Let's just call her Nish.
Hey, my name is Nicolette. Her name is Nichelle.
Nicole and Nishy. Nicky and Nishy. Nic and Nish.
What am I doing with my life?
Whatever.
(That's not even your actual first name. Well it is a part of your first name anyway, but why not use your other first name?)
I liked 'Nicolette' better, besides it sounds more fabulous. It reminds me of those times when you wear those Victorian dresses and everything.
No, they're called lolita dresses.
Mmhmm. Going to design Nicole one.
(Seriously?)
Come on, Bill! It's fabulously formal! And you wear something formal most of the time. I just changed your usual outfit to the National thing because I was starting to get a little bored of it.
(Really, Glass. Really.)
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^^Quick doodle of what he's supposed to look like when humanized xP^^
Aaaand I'm hearing sounds coming from the ceiling WAIT I'LL BE LATE FOR WINX CLUB
