LOL I found what he said funny. Chill tf out You can’t tell me how I feel about someone I don’t give a rat arse about ? I don’t ever remember you being me and knowing my feeling towards a person. You got 0 legs to stand on trying to come at others for being childish considering the crap before you’re little emo quit.
lol no i don’t wanna fight with her. anyone who has an issue with me on this app is on their own. not putting the effort or energy into disliking them back. Especially if it’s over a dumb reason.
and fyi, i “emo” quit because i had mental health issues and other family issues going on irl and arguing with certain people over dumb stuff on pimd wasn’t helping me at all.
For the fact that you’re saying my reason is dumb for being angry at you. Just shows how much of a careless person you are honestly Im done with your emo arsè
Why would i care about whatever issue you’re mad at me for when 1: you said you don’t care about me and 2: you never even told me why or tried to talk to me about it. you just started being toxic af for no reason lol like sorry i’m not gonna care about why you’re mad if it comes out of no where? When you’re ready to talk about it and try to resolve whatever issue you have with me then hmu but for now, i don’t care why you’re mad, i’m doing my own thing. Bye aphro, have a great day.
Iconic ship: Floc and Arse Flocs and arse knowledge Flocs attitude Arse mod power You can’t mess with them Location: Pimd headquarters
Myself and Winter Cause he told me to On a nugget date ️ Also, do me and kitten in a cat cafe pls, shes my fave wife ❤️
(It's going to be Jen(n?)/Quality and Ren/Flocc.) "I just feel so underappreciated, ya know?" Jen cries, slurring her words ever-so-slightly. "Like I do the fun contests and I update the POTD forums and like... people still give me shıt for it? I feel like I can just never win, ya know? Like it's me against the world!" She drops her head down onto the bartable and sobs heavily. The bartender sighs as he pours her another drink. "I would offer some advice to help you, but this bar and my morals follow a strict 'no support' policy." "That's all I ever get! I can't escape!" Jen complains and downs the refilled drink in one large gulp. She slams the glass on the bartable again and wipes her running nose of the back of her hand. Snot is all over it. Ren, the bartender, hands her a napkin to wipe the snot off her hand. Instead Jen uses it to 'wipe off' her smeared mascara. The result is more smearing. It looks like she was punched in the eye. Ren stifles a laugh. "It's soooooo hard too. All the work and zeroooooo recognition." Jen continues. "Is your life this hard?" Ren shakes his head. "No. It's just me and Butch. That's how it is." "I'm like, sooooo drunk right now." Jen hiccups. "And, like, I'm feeling like you should take me home. Pleaseeeeee." "The begging is kind of hot, but, no sorry." Ren turns Jen down. Jen grabs her purse and jumps off the barstool. "Fine. Be that way. I'm not gonna like... leave a tip for you." She hurrumphs and then stumbles her way into the ladies' room.
Although I am a decent street gymnast, decent athlete, and excellent swimmer, not everyone would be sad if I died. Thanks for considering losing me as sad, Vash. I’ve always wondered how much I meant to you.