Moose, mooses, meese, MEESES PIECES. Peanut butter moose treats.
Are you confused? It's okay, don't be afraid. I'm working The Fennix, which is -suprise- another suicide themed story, are you noticing a trend here? I'm waiting for the day when I don't want to die, hopefully it's possible.
Scott came over yesterday and it was a glorious like 6 hours of making out and he bit me and it was amazing. Don't look at me like that, I am human I have NEEDZ.
I am human and I need to be loved, just like everybody[anybody idr] does.
My leg finally stopped hurting and now I can think. Yay thoughts. Also
I look up at the golden yellow moon
And think about all the people who are looking at the same moon
I wonder how many of them haven't got any eyebrows.
