"What's up with the text last night?"
--- 10 minutes later ---
"Okey, don't talk with me, I get it. Still makes me wonder why the fuck you texted me last night."
--- Offline ---
Very mature and manly and what not. Pussy.
About Me
- Isbit
- I'm that girl, you know? Some old ladies come up to me in the store to tell me they adore my trench-coat, other old ladies look at me and whisper things about the Devil's child. Some would say I'm a vampire that likes garlic, some would say I'm disguisting. And the spike I've got through my left ear pokes my friends in their eye when they hug me.
I'm a messy person, a somewhat crazy person. I want to climb Mount Everest. I've shown up not entierly sober in school to talk with my principal about my failing phys. ed. grade. I'm obsessed with aquarium fishes and cute ghosts. And PacMan. Sometime in 2007 I got the idea that I wanted to go abroad for a year. To study. So I did. I ended up in a fairly small town in the middle of nowhere in Canada, and found I kinda like it here. Also, I draw. And have a serious problem with not going to sleep at night.
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