Warning - May Contain Traces Of Douche
1. Enrolment for Vic Uni was today. Omfg, it was THE most traumatic thing I have done in a while. Let me tell you. We went to the wrong campus, so had to find our way to the proper campus. JFC, traumatic!!!! To make matters worse, it was 382647512645C today, (IDK how hot that is in F, lmao). I got my ID card, and oooh my lord above, I don't think I
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There are cliques. There are friendships. I think that there needs to be this thing where the mods sort of remove themselves from those friendships when things go down. The community is a place many people value. I know I do. It brought me to some great people and the fabulous iluisaaa. I really think there needs to be better moderation and I think that there needs to be something where they actually listen to members and ban everyone who breaks a rule. What went down - I still don't understand - was disgusting. I don't think shit should've gotten that bad. Considering the nature of the community and the nature of the members, what happened went too far and the mods should at least attempt to keep everyone in line - not choose the fifth person in line and skip to the twelfth just because 6-11 are your friends.
I don't really feel safe there. I actually looked up my name with the usual "c-nt", due to what someone did with a particular member we don't really appreciate's account.
5. P'shaw. Shucks. You have invaded my mind, seriously. It's like, I'm at school (ew) and I just want to talk to you. Ignore the potential bitchfriends and just talk to you. I kept looking at my phone today. There was a great pause in the conversation where I'd speak and I'd be ignored. IDK, YOU COMPLETE ME, TOO. AND IF I SAID I HAD AN INTERNET FRIEND I MET ON THE INTERNET, YOU'D BE MY HUNK OF OLD WRINKLY MAN PRETENDING TO ME A 17-YEAR-OLD GIRL. Everyone can gtfo.
You know, there are few people on the internet that I can talk to. There are a few that I can share myself with. You have encouraged me to finish a project I know I wouldn't have come close to finishing if it hadn't been for your encouragement. I know it sounds weird, but I can't seem to write when you're not on, talking to me about your mum or your friends or one of your boys. I feel comfortable with you. When someone I know irl comes on, I can't write. I am a split personality; Batman and Bruce. I can be both with you.
You make me laugh, which is good for the brain, and I enjoy writing you letters. I need to finish up that letter really soon. They may come late since school has started - and I assume the same will happen with you once you become such a braniac at uni ;) - but I really do appreciate being able to do that with you. You get me. You know? Like from the shit I bitch about to the shit I don't bitch about - other people pretend~ that they get it, but with you I know you get it, which means a heck of a lot to me and really kind of makes me feel a lot saner than I usually do.
I CAN ALSO BITCH TO YOU ABOUT PEOPLE. Online and off. I usually don't feel comfortable with people - even the "good" friends - to do that, but with you, it's like, why the fuck not? You don't judge~. At least, from what I read in your responses, you don't. :P AND I GAVE YOU MY DOOR. So that means something. I don't give anyone my door.
YOU STOLE MY USERNAME GTFO BIOTCH.
Oh, snap. BRB paging JJ Abrams' polar bears.
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I WILL PROBABLY END UP COMMENTING 2 TIMES TO THAT COMMENT.
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FINE, GOSH.
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OH, LOOK, LIAR LIAR, PANTS ON FIRE. BRB LIGHTING PANTS ON FIRE.
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i told you, you lied. gosh, DONUT BELIEVE ME THEN, RUDE.
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Says you.
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Are you a sinner, Luisa? Are you?
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are you a sinner Taryn? Are you?
YOU NEED TO GO TO CONFESSION. js
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Do you want that, Luisa?
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STOP IT
i'll volterra, I WILL.
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If you Volterra, I'll vacation to Italy so I can sunbake in the sun while sparkling.
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NICE
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