Hello to the humanoid construct reading this. I am going to have david sharpe talking onto a banana like a phone. then im going to have someone tell him its not a phone and have him fall to the ground screaming "porque!?!?!?!?"

hello world. today i am moderately depressed. i was forced to walk half way home then walk all the way back to school so my best friends mom could pick me up and stop my leg from bleeding. i went home and literally slept from six in the afternoon till five thirty thismorning because my amazing sister Asia is in the hospital with chronic depression and is going into the mental ward soon. she is one of the very select few people i can actually talk to about my want to cut and mutilate my body and i wont be able to contact her for quite a long time. my depression is getting worse by the minuite and im starting to feel distant from everyone i know except one person, Peter Snyder. he may be my ex but i trust him like he is my best friend in the world. I am currently going to start packing my house because i am moving soon and changing schools to metropolitan academy of the arts. I dont know if ill like it there cause even now i feel extremely alone. I am in serious need of advice on what to do.

i have a job thats what im doing over the summer.

Hello readers how are you. so are you guys ready for finals. I am because idgaf. ok bye

i remember as a kid getting lost all the time especially inb my old elementary school.

ok readers so here's a breif explination of my biggest obstacle. are you ready. . . people who don't believe in me and my art. thats it because i want to be a tattoo artist.

hello readers. did you know that my family is of german decent. ok well bye