As I have read, time and time again, in reviews left for my stories, I have
learned(not really, I actually already knew) that my stories suck. That
being said If I keep adding stories doesn't that indicate that I DON'T GIVE
A FLYING FUCK?!? I mean lets be real here, flames will get you nowhere,
neither will constructive criticism, I have a short attention span, so Im
not taking 5 whole frigging seconds out of my life to alter something I
already posted, full of mistakes, so you damned people could read it
better. Because I say again, with pride, I don't give a fuck. Now, me being
13 Im sure you could understand where my "ungoodness" of writing comes
from. At least I have the courage to post crap on the Internet knowing that
it's stupid. Its called courage. And I get really bored so I decide to
write stuff. If you don't like my stories, I advise you not to read them
any-fucking-more, DUMB ASS. Flames will only encourage me to write more
stupid stories as it is, ok? And trust me they can get stupider and
stupider * evil laughter* Mwah ha ha.
His black unruly hair over his forehead. ( Insert stupid descriptions here). Gordo just couldn't get enough of his pops. And apple jacks, and honey combs, and frosted flakes, cuz their mooooreeeeee thaaaaaaaannnnnn goooooooood, theeeeeeere greaaaaaaaaaaaaat! He was a cereal addict. That was how he maintained his frail shape. By only eating cereal. He would eat nothing more or less than 5 bowls a day. All of the cereals mixed of course. He wouldn't so much as even look at any other food. Not even rice krispy treats, because they have soiled the cereal with sugar and other crap. Upon entering 9th grade he was sent away. Far far away. Where he was sent, heck if I know I just thought it would be a dramatic touch. Not even Lizzie, his chocoholic( or as he new it cockoholic{ in other words a slut}) cheerio, loving best one nighter, knew where he had gone. But it totally changed him man. He went there a no good punk ass stoner, and came back a no good punk ass cereal addict. Every once in a while to earn money he would go to Kate, ( cuz she wanted his hot{ha} body, or whatever, just work with me here) a become her man(boy) slave. He didn't hate it. I have no more interest in writing any more now so Ill be going to sleep now, night night, Abget.
His black unruly hair over his forehead. ( Insert stupid descriptions here). Gordo just couldn't get enough of his pops. And apple jacks, and honey combs, and frosted flakes, cuz their mooooreeeeee thaaaaaaaannnnnn goooooooood, theeeeeeere greaaaaaaaaaaaaat! He was a cereal addict. That was how he maintained his frail shape. By only eating cereal. He would eat nothing more or less than 5 bowls a day. All of the cereals mixed of course. He wouldn't so much as even look at any other food. Not even rice krispy treats, because they have soiled the cereal with sugar and other crap. Upon entering 9th grade he was sent away. Far far away. Where he was sent, heck if I know I just thought it would be a dramatic touch. Not even Lizzie, his chocoholic( or as he new it cockoholic{ in other words a slut}) cheerio, loving best one nighter, knew where he had gone. But it totally changed him man. He went there a no good punk ass stoner, and came back a no good punk ass cereal addict. Every once in a while to earn money he would go to Kate, ( cuz she wanted his hot{ha} body, or whatever, just work with me here) a become her man(boy) slave. He didn't hate it. I have no more interest in writing any more now so Ill be going to sleep now, night night, Abget.