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Look at my post count.
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kbabe *bows down to Sam*
I thought you were 11 you lying whore. >:|
Don't know if there's a thread about this or not, but I just ate a chocolate not knowing it had walnuts in it and almost suffocated from not being able to breathe due to my throat swelling up. I think you have allergies because of what your mum eats when she's pregnant with you, mine ate nuts and now I'm allergic to walnuts, cashews and pecans (But not peanuts, pistachios or hazelnuts, weird xD) Discuss about why you think we have allergies and if you have any, what are they.
[is actually Jerome, oh yeah, I went thur]
Yay! What'd you get? :3
Well I don't care what you think, but I've got troubled thoughts and a self esteem to match.
It's been Christmas for about 19 hours in Australia <33
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I wanna blow off steam >:|
I didn't say you're emo D: I'm just saying, everyone of my threads turns all sad, it's not refering to you.
Bitchplz, I thought I started this D: JK JK Santa's a fake, his hand writting looks exactly like my dad's.
Why is it that whenever I start a thread, it turns depressing?
