The People In My Life Keep Saying I'm A Nice. No I'm Not, You've Talk To Me What? Four Times? That's

The people in my life keep saying I'm a nice. No I'm not, you've talk to me what? four times? That's not long enough to say I'm nice. First impressions are not accurate representations. If they actually knew me, they'd stay was far away from me as possible. They would look at me with distain and fear. They would curse my name. They would despise me to the point of obsession. The thought of me would take over their lives, controlling their every being with the hate they've let consume them. They would be puppets, being pulled on the same strings they desperately try to strangle me with. Their attempts are futile, because their motive is futile. The only thing humans can do with hate, is destroy yourselves and the people who care about you.

I have a freshly washed dog on me. My lap has been moistened. I don't mind though, because I love them very much.

My roommate just gave me a plate of food and told me to eat. Little do they know a strand of their hair was on it. You know what that means. :]

This is Philip and he is my son. Today I gave him a blanket. He is very happy.

I like your banner :) kitty cat

Awww, thank you! I drew it myself, but it was based off of the unfiltered cat in this video:

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I feel like I should also mention I take a lot of inspiration from Crumb. I love her style and wholesome personality very much.

Wow, I used to be funny, interesting, and pRODUCTIVE??????? I USED TO HAVE PERSONALITY!?!?!??? 'M so mad rn. so mad.