Today finally dancing again, apart from the painful legs that twist in every direction ( fucking freaky ), I look forward to it. I love my own little world with my lovely friends. I wish I could ban all those sneaky fake people from it. I am a disabled blonde, Grrr I don't like it. It hurts, and I can barely step, I am very frustrated by my leg, it's heavy and does not belong in that direction. I hope the twisting stops soon, two nights and one day are to much, Grrhhmmpffbbrldkskdmmdksml..
spit, spit and saliva, weird in the bad sense woman, who has no idea. Move it back where you came from because I don't feel like bumping in to you once a week. You guys are so ridiculous, just a whole pile of alleged adults that rotate with the wind. I don't condemn, I myself am still a child who hardly knows anything about living the life I have chosen. But I can see what I see. And that big ego that your kind carries around should sometimes move and give people like us a chance. But since we do not want to deal with you ( because of the dirty looks, dirty mouths ), the ego can simply fuck off. You guys are even more fake than my blonde hair.
-Betty-Hitler mad Simon's day, Big Yaaaay for me.-
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