once i had 2 let it rip so bad in class like i could not hold it in any longer . so i was like ok . it feels like a slient one . no1 will notice . so i did it n damn .. man ive never smelt one so bad .. i couldnt believe it came from me . n u could trace the smell bc evey1 was looking back at me .. n the teacher was like ok . who farted . damn why are u asking . u kno no is going 2 say shit just shut up n open the window im abt 2 die .. n every1 turned backk 2 me n so much shit was going thro my mind then.. i was like the hell am i going 2 do . so i turn back 2 the kid sitting behind me n im like “clyde . thats so fucking nasty im abt 2 die. “ that was os evil of me .. damn i felt bad for clyde bc he was getting the worst of it . sitting behind me .. in the area of danger
Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self portrait. Everything is a diary.