When I was 12, I still compete with my friends who has more ink on their hands cuz we just began writing with fountain pen.(⊙…⊙ )
I smell something. I wonder what that smell is. Oh I remember! It's the smell of a BITCH （￣へ￣）
A raggedy bitch indeed. I hate how people refuse to mind their business.
When I was 12, I still compete with my friends who has more ink on their hands cuz we just began writing with fountain pen.(⊙…⊙ )