FOLLOWERS.
You follow me but never send me askies and friendship and LOVE. How cruel irony mocks me for I love thee. Don’t any of you wanna become close friends and or get married/let me touch your wrist. Think of all the love we could have, I’d work most of the day, you too in some fashion, then I come home in the evening and we spend time with the children… all 11 of them.




