A sleep-deprived being who doesn’t know how to comb her hair. Just another typical cat, making records of her troubles, stating her disillusionment about the society, giving out moronic thoughts over the most insignificant things and some of a hundred everyday menaces. And yes, cats do these.
These are the proofs of my crime, the truth behind my every lie.
(^._.^)
Claire. Had seen no more than nineteen summers.
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me" - Phil. 4:13
P.S. II
I tend to make "P.S." and I don't know why. I just do.
P.S. III
See?
P.S. IV
And um, meow?- Whiskers
c0keain replied to your post: I’ve been nice. Now where’s my prize?
Why do we have to ask for a prize for something our parents pay, right? xD
My thoughts exactly :)
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