
I broke the chair.
Not that I'm fat.
It was at the point which it was about to break, yet I still kept on abusing it.
I'm sorry my dear chair.
-Mr.Abused Chair-
Died by getting sit upon far too many times.
On the date of 31 March 2008.
R.I.P It was fun while it lasted.
Thank you for smelling my ass all this while.

As a parting gift, Mr Abused Chair scarred me.
I'd remember you for life, Chair.

Pikachu is on steroids.
I want you to love me.
I'm here wondering if you will.
I want you to need me.
But I'm never needed by you.
I think I bothered you today.
I think you tried to shoo me away.
I think I went overboard today.
I think I think too much.
I think the possibility cannot be overruled.
I shouldn't drop school.