Why The Bloody Fuken Hell Do You Blog?

Tagged by adri

1. I love writing.
2. I want to be able to look back and think about what I've done.
3. I need to spill my guts somewhere.
4. I want to make new friends, and I want them to be interesting. Otherwise I could've just gone to a damn club and have lots of random unprotected sex.
5. I like ruining your brain. You! Yeah, you. Right about now, you're majorly corrupted. I think I love you.

It ends here! Kecuali kalo ada yg mau lanjutin.. boleh kok.

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