Watch if you want, it's more of a vent than i thought it would be. There were gonna be different endings, but i found the one where my emotions knock me out to mysterious and perfect for the mood. NO I DIDN'T DIE. I was knocked out from loss of breath. If you don't understand the message I'm conveying in this, read below: I feel like everyone who i know on scratch doesn't really like me. I'll take DEE for a example. They are my friend I think. but uh, they get around 500 veiws on any project they post. I have roughly 20 on mine. DEE if you're reading this, hope you don't think I'm a friend of sympathy. >cough u haven't even followed me so my answer remains stationary<. So....I guess I'm jealous of everyone around me. I mean I've never seen someone jealous of me. Probably because I'm untalented and probably going to leave scra- oh wait wasn't really meant to say that. Oh well. Yeah, I may leave scratch. School, jealousy, the fact that no one finds me funny, and other minor things like that. Well......I'll be finishing everything i have to do (MAP parts, collabs, etc.) then I'll see where I stand. Bye I guess..... -Sandii </3
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