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Common sense dictates if you don’t want the answer, don’t ask the question. Yet morons like me delight in asking questions that only cause further mental damage to ourselves. 

For the record, these are question that could potentially scar you:

1. Why was the door locked?

2. Did I just see a homeless man pee in the lemonade jar I drank from? 

3. Why did you and dad take so long in the bathroom?

4. Why does my underwear keep going missing?

5. How did my hamster end up covered in lipstick?

Trust me, life is better not knowing. 

The ramblings of a teenage drama queen

That’s what I started this blog as. Somewhere for me to let out my teenage angst. Or something. Like Jenna, on Awkward. And then I met TUMBLR and it just became me reblogging other people’s posts. 

When someone calls me weird, I take it as a compliment because that means that I’m different. And I like being different. 

"You were born an original, don’t die a copy"

-someone, I’m not sure who

So starting now, it’ll be only stuff I’ve done or written or made or whatever. But from me. Sure, I’ve posted some of my stuff before, but it’s been drowned out by the millions of reblogs. And I’m at least a hundred percent sure no one’s going to like or even read my posts, but that’s not what it’s about. It’s about being an original person, not a copy of someone else’s original.

To Tumblr, Love Pixel Union