A TMD classic. The Coke bottle said to JREN: “You think you don't fart? Nobody who gets involved with a blister beetle doesn't fart.”
Damn it, my bike broke down again today, and in a really ridiculous way. Riding it was like riding a donkey, bouncing every few steps. I was fretting over whether I'd be able to ride to school tomorrow. Old man at the repair shop, please show up soon...
I'm about to start ninth grade, a fact that really isn't cause for celebration. It means extra classes can begin openly and aboveboard, without having to carry on the spirit of guerrilla warfare from the War of Resistance. Ha ha, what a joke.
Theme:
Pat Finally found cool MM It doesn't matter... I'm going to be in the third grade of junior high school too. Let the storm come more violently!!!
Ah ha. . I've locked it for you.
"I know that my weak hands are more powerful than the oar of life", There are typos. . . I'll continue writing I know that my weak arms cannot row the oar of life, OR I know that my weak arms cannot support my own piece of sky, I know that my immature feet cannot walk through the mud of life. /. . . . . . AND SO AND
I would like to dance for you. . . Dancing in the moonlight. . . Post my what if. . . If. . Bar. . I think it's pretty good If you no longer need my warmth/I will be quiet/quietly like a strange and passionate cat/if you are about to leave/turn around and leave gorgeously/I will pretend/that it is just an unknown wandering/and smile hypocritically/bless you/deeply/or shallowly/ Finished brushing. . . . . .
Times: I write here, three chapters
Occasionally have phobia in the third grade of junior high school...
It's cold~ Life in the third grade of junior high school is not easy. You have to make up classes, and I also need to find a place to learn high school stuff. Depressed~~ Tears... I have to go see the results tomorrow~ pray for me
That forest card is really written WOUNDERFUL
Times: Even updates are here. . . I'm so ashamed that I uploaded my previous article.
Life is like a big river. . . . Sometimes peaceful. . . . Sometimes crazy. . . . Reality is like. ,. . ,. A yoke. . . .