Ok I did not make that,my brother some how found out my mot de passe for fanpop and decided to mess around with it,i have seen the commentaires and no i am not a idiot,tell that to my dumb brother.
that being a dit i removed it cause of course i don't want people seeing that thinking i am insane,so anybody who read it please just ignore it.
i changed my mot de passe so that won't happen again, so yeah sorry about that,he might do it again though so if toi see some retarded post made par me please note it is my brother making me look like an idiot.
soo yeah that's all sorry about it and have a nice day
for anybody who didn't read my brothers dumb post its just him saying quote on quote 'slut slut in the tub tub' and a bunch of other dumb stuff, and if toi don't believe me then find your choice.
that being a dit i removed it cause of course i don't want people seeing that thinking i am insane,so anybody who read it please just ignore it.
i changed my mot de passe so that won't happen again, so yeah sorry about that,he might do it again though so if toi see some retarded post made par me please note it is my brother making me look like an idiot.
soo yeah that's all sorry about it and have a nice day
for anybody who didn't read my brothers dumb post its just him saying quote on quote 'slut slut in the tub tub' and a bunch of other dumb stuff, and if toi don't believe me then find your choice.
Something Beautiful
I was in a restless mood.
I tried to read and ended up with livres scattered all over the floor.
I tried listening to musique but all the words sounded out of tune.
I tried to write but ended up staring at a blank page for ten minutes.
So I decided to create something beautiful.
I wrote a song, drew a picture, and made a frame for it.
I took a photo, made a vase, and arranged some flowers.
I drew a tattoo on my hand, made a tower out of everything, climbed on my roof and did a dance.
But no matter how hard I try the most beautiful thing I ever created will always be you.
I was in a restless mood.
I tried to read and ended up with livres scattered all over the floor.
I tried listening to musique but all the words sounded out of tune.
I tried to write but ended up staring at a blank page for ten minutes.
So I decided to create something beautiful.
I wrote a song, drew a picture, and made a frame for it.
I took a photo, made a vase, and arranged some flowers.
I drew a tattoo on my hand, made a tower out of everything, climbed on my roof and did a dance.
But no matter how hard I try the most beautiful thing I ever created will always be you.