FicWad

Hey baby,

IT'S THE SASS QUEEN. Yep, it's me, Claire, coming to grace your review box with loads of pointless shit. gracefully accepts the boos from the crowd.

You are so amazing, fuck. You inspire me so much, you inspire me to write and be myself and just be who I know I am inside. You and everyone else here encourage me to come out of my shell and become the ridiculously sassy, rude, loving, annoying, hyper child that I really am. (No, I get insanely hyper, like this morning when I ate a massive pack of Nerds and sang Get It Up to my teachers and grinded in everything. This is not the first time this has happened.)

Right now, it's 1:03 PM on Monday, June the Seventeenth. I'm sitting here with one helluva cramped up neck, a diamond through my nose, and my hair cut really short but also sexy so. I'm wearing a skirt gasps and tights underneath, Gorillaz converse, and because of you guys, I rock this bitch. You've made me incredibly confident, sassier than Gerard fucking Way and just yeah, you guys have brought me back to life.

Thank you, AJ. Wow, this whole review is basically me talking about myself. Jesus, Claire.

Anyhoo, I have to rest my voice, try to figure out what the fuck I did to my thigh, and continue yelling at the seriously cute dude who lives across the road from me. He thinks I'm adorable, WOW.

(I'm not adorable.)

((I love you.))

(((Thank you.)))