I’m pregananant with my 70th child now because someone killed my tamagotchi. I think about it every day and as im thinking about it, i kill myself whilst screaming “MY LIFE FOR THE TAMAGOTCHI”…..Every day, now. Its become some sort of ritual to me, i cant’t help it anymore. I miss tammy so much and i just want him back……. He’s the only thing i ever loved. Dear god, please bring my tamagotchi back. I do 3 liters of cocaine, 5 weeds, 7 syringes of heroines, and 9 bath salts whenever i think of him. My life purpose is to kill the bastard that killed tammy. That fucker needs to pay for what he;s done. 1 uptammy = 1 weed injected into me