HELL TO THE FREAKING NO TIMES 100 HUNDRED AND FIFTY FIVE!
I have been destroyed! And it's all because of deviantART removing my free skins! They could've at least given me them for Christmas! Argh! I am anguished. I may as well die. I've also got hiccups from drinking a tiny bit of Kronenbourg 1664. Drinking isn't that bad when you're 405, is it really? Man. I just let my age slip. The 405 year old teenage girl. That's not good, is it? I twigged ages ago that no one reads this but my imaginary friends are somewhere else. One day. Someone will read this and see how fucked I really am. But until then I'm doomed. Very very doomed. I like the song Beasts by Slow Moving Millie. I heard it in my sleep. Honestly. It was supaahmazing.

My dad just came in and said dehumidifier. I hate my room being cold, so it seems like a good idea. I'm really hyperactive now. We have our Christmas tree up as well. I might start watching people. Not like that. Just on deviantART. I find it too difficult for my stupid brain to trawl through bookmarked pages to find out whether someone has done any art.

I forgot how to change my proper name on deviantART. I wanna change it back! T_T

I developed an addiction to Hollywood Undead and Pon and Zi this weekend. But it's Monday night. I haz teh school tomorrowz! Oh noes!

Oh look, some of my skins are still saved. I'll have to check them out. <3
*They had better work*

Just posted this afterwards:

They didn't.