*Tbh this chapter is actual fuckign trash, cuz my brain decided to ramble and shit. You can skip this... lol*
Well, uh, Franny got her hands on the book... Kinda awkward since I'm 99% sure I've talked about boxers... I also thbink I've talked about how to replicate a buldge.... Um.
Franny also showed another girl, or two, idk.
You can see her reply to what I've written on my wall, but just a warning, the t slur was used: @TheNeighborhoodLoser
It's 11, almost 12 and I'm slightly having a panic attack, even though everyone probably knows, I mean... First I stop trying to conform clothing wise, then I cut my hair, then the boobs just somehow fall out, and my voice is... awkward, I wouldn't say it's actually that deep, but I'm not going to bruise my ego any more than it already was.
Writing that felt better, but....
mY StoMaCH iS RiPPinG iTSeLf oUt AnD mY HeARt hAS rUn a MarAThoN, ArGhH
Sorry it's midnight, and I'm just not having it... *The little thingies on ur phone keybord that tries to finish ur sentence wanted me to put; "Sorry it's midnight, and I'm just kinky." That's the quality shit I get... Also, I have no idea y I didn't just say Autofill, cuz i'm 99% that's what it is... I'm not even fixing that.*
Okay, wtf is this, I've just wasted ur time...
I'm going to regret posting this in the morning but fuck it. If you can't habdle me when U'm tired thwn idk... My spelling is on pint... Pi- Fuck. Pk-
I ACTUALLY CAN'T TIM- TYPE POINT!
I'm done.
I'm suprised that came out right.
