so. I just drank a bunch of Red Bull, and I’m really hyped, so I’m watching Life is Strange be played by Jacksepticeye. I also have “Northern Downpour” by Panic! at the Disco stuck in my head, and all I can think about is rewriting this story that I’ve been working on for a little over a year. Literally though. Tomorrow, Trump is gonna be the fucking president of the United States where I live. Pray for me. Pray for the US. If you don’t believe in God or Allah or whatever, just hope the US will survive because I wanna live. Thank you.
I’m scared because there’s a weird sound coming from the window. Help. Ahh.