Don’t listen to this zany fat kid. Being a rockstar has always been my dream, from when I was but a child. Lo and Behold how far it has taken me. This is ought to be a merry tale. ‘Twas when I had just turned a mere 11 years old. Me majstro were singing Gesælig gebyreddæg to þe to me. Just as I was about to blow me candles, a punk popped out me cake! Aye, ye heard me right. A frickin rock star of some sort. I grew up with a simple family but I knew enough superstitions to know that ’tis but a simple magic trick. Unfortunately me pops din’t ‘ink so. At least I don’t think he did for he lifted his mighty hammer and slammed down on the punks mohawk as if we were at a carnival playing whac-a-mole. I couldn’t believe me very own eyes, but then I noticed a bulge protruding from his head. “OwO what’s this?” my weird cousin Jafur Ree asked in an annoying voice. “It’s de mans skull” me uncle Knuckles said, and proceeded to spit on de non-believer. Tbh I still have nightmares about this hahahaha. I prob have PTSD and shld get therapy but what-evz rawr xd. Anywho my point was-
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Idk honestly, here’s a motivational speech:
Do it. Just do it. Don’t let your dreams be dreams.
Do it! Just do it! Don’t let your dreams be dreams. Yesterday, you said tomorrow. So just do it! Make your dreams come true! Just do it! Some people dream of success, while you’re gonna wake up and work hard at it! Nothing is impossible! You should get to the point where anyone else would quit, and you’re not gonna stop there! No, what are you waiting for? Do it! Just do it! Yes you can! Just do it.
If you’re tired of starting
Then stop