hayley: then you could make up your own stories :> that way you know it's made up but it still makes you feel as if you know them. <>w<>
hayley: uhm- ok- . . Welp I better go home. :> bai I guess? Oh and do you want your thingy back? -the handkercheif-
hayley: :> okay then . . Well bye I guess -she starts walking towards an apartment building-
(oh wow you're on late :> -i mean I have no room to talk but -)
Hayley: -goes inside her apartment and it's messy- >:O
-It's bakuhhhooooo--
(9* but still)
Hayley: -aggresively cleaning apartment from last night gaming session-
(I was my sixth sense uvu)
