My first ever text post
Hello. I have a blog. It is my blog. It is not your blog. So you can not post things on it. You can only view them. So view them. (pauza pt oameni socati de logica mea profunda).
I never wanted a blog. It’s not my thing..really. I have a cute notebook where i write shit..that i feel like putting down. Right now I’m depressed..i want plums and i can’t find any. And my black cat went missing. How can I conjure the dark forces to get the love of my life to love me without a black cat? I’ll just have to use Bae…pathetic. No more spells for me i guess..i’ll turn to voodoo. [ voodoo people, magic people]
5 minutes later
Can’t find any pins. I’ll just have to hang my puppet..i’ll put it near my dreamcatcher.
What if i turn into an emokid? [panic] I already have 5 badges. I’m just gonna cry. oh no..wait …in the dark abyss that i am falling in i see a ladder….a rope..a staircase..stairs ==> adrian mihai: if you’ve got questions about emo-ness…. i’m your man. Conforting. Not.
Don’t worry..i’m not gonna turn emo. i’m way to insensible. A little bitch you could say. But everybody loves me. This goes to prove we live in a sick world.
