I'm very immature. I have the body of a woman (mainly upper) but alas the mind of a child (a wee baby). I can't handle certain dilemmas (or non dilemmas??) in my life and i proceed to over think, over analyze, over DO *breaks into song and dance* every little earthquake every little heart break. Ultimately it comes to the only conclusion those weak in mind can think of. White lies. Yes, i'm a deceitful little snotface. I can't handle the trauma. I am no drama mama. Okay, i'm going to test my brother the evolution of various pokemon from our pokedex that my childhood crush gave us. You know we do it just because we take Pokemon as an Olevel and IB subject. Not because we like it or anything (no sir-ree)
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