I should never have said that i'd kill myself. It's not true. All I'd do is pack my ♥♥♥♥ and cry while i look for a job on starbucks wifi. And that's what i'm guna do. So the two of you can get clone lesbian married by a robot and finger yourselves on the moon while laughing in martian french about my WEIRD LITTLE ♥♥♥♥!

mate