survivor of the swag war

if i was a horse i would get turned into glue so hard

im so strong i can lift an entire ant with only my pinkie

you know what they do to little dogs like you you know what they do to little dogs like you you know what they do to little dogs like you you know what they do to little dogs like you you know what they do to little dogs like you you know what they do to little dogs like you you know what they do to little dogs like you you know what they do to little dogs like you you know what they do to little dogs like you

i am a little hamster

if I post anything concerning or worrying on here it's a joke. if I post something good it's cuz I'm awesome and it happened for real and also it was even better than I said but I didn't share that cuz I'm bashful...blushes

blocked blocked blocked blocked blocked you are all getting blocked I don't care anymore I am watching u through the scope of my sniper rifle

extreme crippling perfectionism making me feel like im bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad and deserve to suffer for not being perfect when I can't be. but why can't I be. i feel like I fail at everything bcuz my standards for myself are so impossibly high and rigid but idk how to stop them from being that