Sometimes, I just straight up disassociate, and I'm just put here with pupils the size of a saucer plate. Deadass sober. In the middle of a crowd. Not able to breathe. Lips puckered so tight, y'all would think of me as a fountain spouting water out.
I may be tweeting some incredibly unhinged things for the night. They shall vary. I'm in a mood. A moody mood.
A mood that's very.... moody.
Disclaimer: Idgaf if what I say goes with or against my character.
If I unknowingly disrespect you, please get ahold of me personally