Why hello, my pretties! Meet Nicole: One of my closest friends ever. I met her three years ago, and let me just say.
We talked a little too much.
Like, legit, I had a letter sent home saying that I was being too talkative during class. [It was math, anyway... So it wasn't like anyone was paying any attention]
But we became friends like that *snaps*. And apparently, I'm interesting enough to be talked about, because she talked a lot about me at home.
Problem here is, her parents never met me.
Can't blame her for talking about me, I'm a pretty interesting person... Just kidding, just kidding!
But anyway, it got so intense, her parents were questioning my existence. They didn't know whether to believe I was a real person or not.
I kind of just... I mean. I'm a person, I'm pretty sure I'm existing.
It was so bad they thought I was imaginary.
Birthdays come once a year, so they must be celebrated! Nicole's special day eventually came round, and she invited me to her party. I was the first one to get there, and you know what I said? First impressions set the stage on how people feel about you, you know.
"Hi, I'm Kimiko Hope. And I'm not imaginary."
i'm winnie, an average teen. aka i sleep too much yet i'm tired all the time.
a rambling of sorts
gather around i have a story
it's called fangirling
lonely hearts club
the olden days