Well, that’s Unfortunate
Introduction
I started writing this really bad idea- how unfortunate. If I end everything with "unfortunate" it would be annoying, right? Well thats unfortunate for you, because I'm doing anyways. I don't really like the title- I'll change it.
I'm doing it Anyways
Well, thats unfortunate
Intro
I started writing this really bad idea- how unfortunate. If I end everything with "unfortunate" it would be annoying, right? Well thats unfortunate for you, because I'm doing anyways. I don't really like the title- I'll change it.
This is a bad title please don't look.
This is sign #434373736363I2 that I'm insane. There's a letter hidden somewhere in that jumble of fake numbers I made- how unfortunate. I'm going to start the story before you call the cops.
That Wasn't Smart
I was nervous, of course. My day was going normal I guess. Or was it? I don't remember. I took a test- why, I don't know. Whatever. A few weeks later I got an envelope. I think envelopes are pleasing: I love writing things and putting them in those beautiful printer, white, speckled folded paper. Whatever. Anyways, I opened it and get went on and on about me being "gifted". There's been a mistake- If i was gifted- why am I not getting gifted.
Shook and Triggered
I hear girls wispering- they are stupid-thats unfortunate.
I need a break
You're the judge
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set me free
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no
BYE
