i was actually diagnosed with covid-19 back in february i was patient zero. which is why iw as so inactive but i'm back and fiercer than ever. i hope u guys take well to my coming out story, thank you. 
so basically.......... it's a dark story...
i hate red dead redemtpion2 its literally the idiotic game ever i spent so muych money for my girl to end up looking like shit horirlbe and i just pucnhed myself thinking about how pretty i couldve made her, it all started because i played with my friend noaha nd then i watched a rigged tutorial and now im ugly not anymore i made new character and now im somewaht pretty but my nose could have some work done to it, long story short i just really hate red dead my arabian doesnt even spawn in inside any missions and its currently 6am when im typing this, i literally stayed up all night playing read dead and im only level 9 i freaking hate this game uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhh and the hairs are ugly too pluis my character always looks tired but i guess im thriving 
so it all started, 02/11/19. my 16th birthday. and i met this really cheeky fun guy named frost, things started off smooth like mommas sweet sweat breast milk. mmm, tasty. that's besides the point, as the day continued i was reminded of a beautiful day last year where a man named frost harbor said, "hey babi, u get onya knees and make this oreo turn purple i'll get u rainbow six seige." i was scared, but i did it. being raised with no money and 5$ to your savings you'll do anything. anyways. i reminded the man about the promise and he kept denying to ever meeting me or that moment happening in his existence. i fell to my knees in my school girl outfit as my blackberry phone played, "butterfly." by loona, i took one step up my hair dangling infront of my ripped open shirt covering my big juicy purple and pink nopplez. i didnt care to cover them. i reached for his shoulder and missed, and that's when i turend my head left and saw a semi truck coming at me.. not one. but two, two semi trucks coming at me and boom there i was on the road laying with my hair 90 degrees off my forehead and my eyeballs blinking at my own coochie. today marks the 10 day anniversary of the incident and im still recovering, this hospital only plays rupauls drag race season 4 episode 1 on repeat. it's a living hell.