To you.

In a virtual world that consists of nothing but purchasing, impressing, and conversing with others, I am a lovely outcast.
In this nonsense blog, I'll apparently be whining and complaining over aspects of Ameba Pico, and occasionally, everyday life, in the words of a schizophrenic, delusional fifteen-year-old cross-dresser living in America.
I'm not promising to be bubbly and happy about anything, because I'm not.
In all honestly, I have no idea what I'm doing.
Hi, I'm Hope. It's nice to meet you.

And also, since I said this in a post way back before anything, the names of the posts are just whatever happened to be there when I pressed Ctrl+V.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Spicy chicken

This is my happy place.

ANYWAY, DAY 2 OF RETARDED TESTING.
...Went exactly like the day before.
Though I'm posting this a day late for no reason whatsoever.
Plus some retarded doodling once again.


Only Cherie would understand what that is in the bottom left corner.
If you can even read my crappy handwriting.

SO UH, TODAY, I learned that..
...
......
Something
Apparently I'm stalking six boys at my school. Without really realizing it.
I think it's more of those moments when you just stare off into the distance while you're in your own little lackadaisical world, and then when you come back, you find yourself staring directly at someone.
And they're staring back.
And it just becomes endless minutes of staring.
 Okay, I'm just ranting now. I shall take my leave.
GOOD DAY TO YOU, SIR/MADAM.
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