I am a nimmy-saurus.
Not extinct due to magical powers and mayonnaise blood.
Let me be me and I'll smile. And if I make you smile then even better.
Generally I am a miserable sod. It's not an intentional thing, nor is it desired but I refuse to pretend it isn't true. Blaming it on somebody else would be the easiest option, but at the end of the day I'm the one who has to change it. And maybe one day I will but it has to be on my terms. So please don't tell me to smile when I don't want to.
There are a couple of people on this planet who I refer to as my friends. Apparently they enjoy my company. They make me smile megamahoosive amounts. Without them my life would be ever so dull.
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