Me
Me.....
I am a poato. And, no, I did not spell it wrong. That is how it is meant to be, that is its fate. I am also female. You think I'm not watching?! I'm always watching and waiting to see you call me male.... I just realized how creepy that sounds. Well, my name is Billy. You probably just burst out laughing saying, "Is this a joke?! This has got to be a joke!" NOPE! I AM FEMALE AND MY NAME IS BILL!
Oof, I spelled my own name wrong.
Unless you have mental problems like me you don't have a right to say that. *Depressed person coughs* Oh, sorry sir, didn't see you there. If you do have mental problems or believe that you have mental problems because you are depressed, then you do have a right to say something. Oh and BTW, I think I'm depressed.
Parents are probably staring and wondering if this is a book for children. I completely and absolutely promise you that it probably isn't. There will be cuss words, some weird poato, and potato stuff. I promise you that is for ages 12+. Thank you very much.
*Let le story begin*
I got up from the bed as my alarm clock ran. BEEP,BEEP, BEEP! I took my alarm clock and threw it with as much force as I could muster to the far end of the room. Sadly, it still kept beeping. "SHUT UP YOU FUCKING ALARM CLOCK! YOU WANNA GO?!" I jumped off my bed and started fighting my alarm clock.
I beat my own alarm clock up. Sadly, it's still alive.
