Words stopped speaking to me which does not mean im having an autistic post teen pre adult fit . i am also unwillingly enjoying summer my head is melting and i feel like crying wait why does this sound like a symblst poem i dont even enjoy poetry if my life were a poem it would absolutely suck2b me not only because my throat is sore and i have this episodes when i think i have cancer and i google home kits i could check my throat health status with i painted my sisters eyebrows and she looks like a cancer patient meets Alopecia . I found my dream home / land and Im moving there as soon as the last and only inhabitant dies , and yes , he is old and by the time he dies i might possibly be bothered to have a job to pay for a plane ticket to Epecuen, i love it how my geographical location allows me to be a very bad and lazy kitty . I am in love with Anderson Cooper and I am convinced we could have silver-haired babies . I wanted to keep a dream diary and paint and what not but then i remembered i never dream so i guess ill never be an artist alrighty then !in real life i still love S