Peter emerged from the womb screaming, like an average baby. He learned how to walk, how to talk, at an average speed. In school he achieved average grades, and after school, he had an average job.
Peter never did anything extraordinary. After thirty five years of being completely unexciting, Peter was sure of himself. He was sure that if he left, nobody would miss him. This is not to say that Peter wanted to leave, he wasnt a stupid man, but he knew that if one morning on his way to work in his perfectly normal red Mitsubishi he were rammed into by a truck, or if he skidded out of control and crashed into a tree, there would be no ex
this page will probably never be updated again you can find me on octosquid.tumblr.com if you want i guess
keeping this page up for like...posterity or whatever
bye
Yo! Haven't talked to you since... well, A long time ago. How're things?
P.S. I wish you could see my tablet, my major art improvements that live in my 6th (current and biggest) sketchbook, and my appearance changes. P.S.S. My handwriting is still messy as fucking hell. ._.