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I Shit finding your fucking self who the fuck you think I am your fucking slave No, it's not the 19... wait, matter of fact, it's not the 1920s, the fuck?
For me it's baking soda and his morning convenience happens in my life and what I will do to help things as I will go and bake so yeah side bring about a cupcakes bitch
I guess I could call this a hobby? I don't really know but um it's like when I lay down basically do nothing and drown myself in the open abyss of over thoughts.
I do that a lot lately and I just sit there and I probably sometimes cry and I don't want anyone to find out about that. I would never tell anyone because if I did it would all cause a problem and I would just be the main problem. I think I always am.
It's not really a secret, I just don't really tell anyone because it's not really something to talk about but like the bottom of my leg can like turn all the way around like where the knee is, it couldn't have an all the way round.