I hate people.
I want to be strong, a badass. I don’t really care if I have muscle definition, if I’m “cut” or not, but I’d rather have visible biceps than some of the flab I have now.
I don’t care about the number on the scale.
I think leg muscles look much better than sickly thin ones, and…
so like i was on my way to that one place with the stuff when suddenly a thing with a face, you know, like... a person type thing, came up to me and made these weird sounds, words, I guess, and their lips stretched to show their teeth and i thought it looked weird so I hissed and then they stabbed me in the face with a baby. It was awesome.
It think you should change your wheel axis.
