Your name is KARKLES STRIDER. And a whole bunch of shit happened to you in past weeks. You are currently BLIND, 4 SWEEPS OLD, FEMALE, AND GOD TIER. You a pretty sweet kid, as many tell you. Questions?
Pester me if you need me.
-It’s okay k9mun. This mun forgives you.-
Oh, that’s okay. I can wait then.
Are you doing okay?
==> And for the record, I don’t think Karkles ever told k9 what her new name was going to be-?? So he doesn’t know it, if you wound up changing it.
Yeah. I’m fine.
-oh I thought she did. Hmm. Well it’s Amani. She can tell him that when the subject arrives.-
Um…can I come see you yet?
Yeah that’s what I thought. When I log on I didn’t get any indication of a message so I didn’t bother to look.
Oh…uh in sorry for disappearing. I don’t feel well and I know you just had surgery so I didn’t want to burden you anymore than you were. Again I don’t know how late this is but sure.
It’s wonderful how tumblr never notified me of messages. I don’t know how late this is but yes please. It’d probably be better for us anyhow.
i’m sorry to those who still follow me…i just…don’t feel well…i’m sorry…
its okay sweetheart
whats the matter?
i don’t feel good.
whats bothering you baby doll
ill try and find someone to take a look at you if you want
a lot of things i guess. i mean not physically.