Compelled. / Comments

I have Criss on my profile if you wanna look...

I'm an insomniac, actually.

Yeah. I'm godawfully tired.

I haven't had any sleep unfotunately.

LOL. Um....okay...

Wait, what, hm, who?

Yeah. It's amazing how poor the world is.

I have no money at all...lol.

LOL. I don't have enough money for on demand stuff.

Ooooh... horror movies rock. We're still shooting off fireworks here. I just didn't want bugs on me, so I'm watching from inside.

Oh, my Bob, really? Me, too.

All right. I'm just updating, and reading what stories are on here.

Know what you mean. So...how are you?

LOL..that's niiiiicce.

I made up my own definition. What did your friend tell you trisexual means?

Thank you for reading it. It makes me feel good that someone actually wants to read my shit.

Reding my story, eh? How do you like it thus far?

Thank you... but... even if I did end up helping myself, I couldn't have done so without you... you were the one who asked my help to begin with. So you are responsible for the help from the roots.

And, btw, I read that you like Star Wars books, and, I wrote a Star Wars fan fic... if you care to read.

Ok. I... I just don't like people being endebted to me. But I thank you for your thanks. I greatly apprectiate it. This gives me a sense that I've actually done something right for change. That I'm not a stupid narcicist. So I guess... by me helping you... you helped me. Thank you.

You owe me nothing. I didn't help you so you could owe me anything. I helped you because I felt it was the right thing to do... so let's just call it even.
(And besides, I don't like it when people owe me anything.)