No it’s not ok I gotta get over my blowing up before I actually hurt someone in real life

Because I can’t control my anger sorry...

I CANT GRASP SPANISH, MATH, HISTORY, AND EVERYTHING ELSE

NO IM DUMB

Let’s just face the fact... I’m dumb, stupid, not pretty.

I don’t even know what ship means :T

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-_- I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT GAY IS (omgawd I’m sooo stupid)

Likes: pretty girls. Food. Drawing and girls who ditch him

(I don’t know what I’m saying -_-)

Also will have a crush on any pretty girl he sees

Shy and follows pretty girls around

Samantha: I’m sorry about what Sæmãntha did to you...

Samantha: -feels her own bloody bandages on her face and thinks: never again... never again will I have surgery...-

Samantha -nods head-

Samantha: no, it won’t. You need surgery like Sugarcube. It will never heal...

Samantha: -her face bled a lot more and her robotic hand goes up to stop the bleeding-

Lilly: -starts to back up slowly, still thinking it was Sæmãntha- // Samantha: -sighs- I need to get my trust back -she whispers-

Lilly: -comes limping over to see what’s going on and stops dead still when she sees Samantha, thinking it was Sæmãntha-

Samantha: -her one eye looks grateful even though she was in pain-