I’m sorry. I thought you were accusing me of sending you a dick pic. I get scared about the FBI. And the fact that you might be a child is downright terrifying. I dread not to wonder what wither wallows and waits there for us in the dawn, enwinded by a new day as dusk pulls us now, but I was uncomfortable and freaked out. I’m sorry. I’m a nutcase. The FBI…no, you don’t need to know about that. Sorry. I’m way up my own ass these days, God, save me from myself.
I’m sorry. I thought you were accusing me of sending you a dick pic. I get scared about the FBI. And the fact that you might be a child is downright terrifying. I dread not to wonder what wither wallows and waits there for us in the dawn, enwinded by a new day as dusk pulls us now, but I was uncomfortable and freaked out. I’m sorry. I’m a nutcase. The FBI…no, you don’t need to know about that. Sorry. I’m way up my own ass these days, God, save me from myself.
I’m definitely a twelve year old, and have been for decades.
You fukken weirdo, only I get to be the child! No, you diddle me! I’m the baby!