I try, so hard. I can't rise above it.
Well, I went to that Special Hell again. Life was dark, doom, and depressing for a few days.
But all is better now.
I wrote a plot for a story. It was about a hit man, who only accept jobs from suicidals - Rich Suicidals.
I guess I was trying to prove that money can't buy everything.
The story turned out to be a joke comedy. And then, I ran ( Read more... )
But all is better now.
I wrote a plot for a story. It was about a hit man, who only accept jobs from suicidals - Rich Suicidals.
I guess I was trying to prove that money can't buy everything.
The story turned out to be a joke comedy. And then, I ran ( Read more... )
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Hm. Would that be do-able next weekend?
(a week!)
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But I can take you to my favorite garden. XD
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