I'm stressed all the time cause life fucking throws me curveballs all the time. But you know -shrugs-

Me: -chuckles- you guys he's fine. -pinches his nose so he can't breath- Peter: GAH -is gasping for air- Michael don't do that! Why am I on the floor

And I couldn't walk the first years of my life due to a disease so my mom would give me crayons to draw with, and I loved it. Now I'm here drawing chubby bois and gorey art and whatnot

My favorite article of clothing are my sweaters I love them.

I-I'll try that

Me: don't worry he ain't dead he'll be fine -sits on him- this happens all the time

Peter: -is out cold- me: -comes back- shit.

Me cutting

Peter: oh my gosh are you... -faints- (he faints at the sight of blood)

Ok -writes- did that

Me: NOOO -screams- Peter: -shrugs and eats Apple- this is what I have to deal with every day

And paper*

Like what notes? -takes pen and pencil-

Me: NUUU NOT THE PINEAPPLES -screams and runs away- Peter: what the heck was that

Well, everything really -sits- I'm having sex for money and I'm cutting and drinking alcohol

Peter: -lays on floor eating his Apple- how come Mikey doesn't have to eat an apple?

Good night

He-hey -coughs and sits down-

Peter: pleh -noms on apple- me: -winks loudly-

Thanks