-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?

-pre-nursing.

what's up?

-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.