Sometimes, I feel as if we are all trapped inside a giant girl's dollhouse, and it's like the Sims, where the Giant Girl could do anything and everything, and the Girl is what we know as the Holy Trinity, and when we pray to "God", the giant dude would be notified of our needs and decide if it wants to grant us our wish. Or somthing.
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Cici's scrapbook
RandomThis is basically a mumble jumble of my thoughts:) this book WILL BE(double underlined) very confusing. So try and bear with me will ya? *Cover credits to @breathingdust :D*
