DONT ASK ME THIS SHIT:
where are you from?
-fucking narnia. it doesn't matter.
how old are you?
-three hundred and ninety four.
do you smoke the ganj?
-do you breathe the air?
do you do hard drugs?
-no i think they're fucking stupid.
where do you work?
-in a garden for my dad. i'm a live-in immigrant.
what grade are you in?
-i graduated, nigga.
what are you going to college for?
-since i'm online, i'm probably sitting my fat ass on a chair in front of my computer.
also, if you're gonna talk to me, don't do this shit:
*post mopey, depressing bulletins. like holy fuck. go smoke a fucking j and cheer up.
*have a different boyfriend/girlfriend/love interest every week. this is an indicator that you are insincere, emotionally unstable, and needy. commit suicide now.
*take things that i say to heart. chances are i'm kidding. lighten up.
*ask me questions i've put in here. i will bitch at you. and you may get butthurt.
*whine/complain/bitch to me. unless i genuinely like you, i will not even acknowledge it. we all have shit. we can all get over it.
that's all. if i sound like you're cup of tea, you should comment me.