All you are used to is the bland orange shirt and black, greasy hair. your blue-holey eyes show just how much misery you hold within your cheap, tengaged heart. You are forever stuck in the land of fastings and inactive castings. Insecurities build as bigger and better members waltz in with their beautiful hair and human-like eyes. And you sit there as a premade ruins your experience. No frats... no shops... no stars... no NOTHING. For only one vote a person on this blog, you can save a nobody from tengaged depression and give them hope to becoming something more.