Mr. Ragland, owes me his soul.
I'm sitting here, having a type-out against Mr. Ragland that he doesn't know about, trying to help him with his life like I do to many people it seems. I can't even really help myself anymore though, I have a situation where I'm torn between some people that I like and can't decide which one to be with, I just got yelled at and I'm typing retardedly slow.. don't mess with the beast of Pless! (Plessifer!) Why am I laughing? poo k, I'm out.. I still dunno what to do though.. I like some people and I can't choose or have them.. Go me..