Granted, but it's stollen as soon as you try to load it onto your account.
I wish this drawing hadn't totaly been killed when I tried adding shadows...
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Granted, but now everyone is bland and boring and have the exact same interests. There goes your writing career because none of them care to read anymore.
*I wish my boyfriend would start answering the phone when I call, and replying to my emails.*
*computerized voice* your wish has been canceled due o the fact that the person who is trying to corrupt it has no idea what RP is. we htink it is repost, there for if it were granted she woudl give you the time, but have you waste it trying to type the perfect message.
*I wish my friend andrew wasn't grounded and that i could see him and tlak to him*
Granted. However, shortly after their win, hockey becomes unpopular with the world's population and therefore nobody bothers to watch anymore. The teams are broken up, there aren't any tournaments, there aren't even pros anymore.
Boo. :[
I wish I could hurry up and write already. >:[
because memory moves in orbits of absence, because she holds her hands out in the rain, and rain remembers nothing, not even how it became itself. - Las Ruinas del Corazon, Eric Gamalinda
NOTE: ADAM THAT WAS MEAN!!! ANDREW CAN'T BE MEAN, IT IS NOT POSSIBLE. anywho...
Granted, but now it's so cold that the world is sent into a second ice age almost everyone dies. THe few that are still alive hate you and, because you are alive to, have outcasted every member of your bloodline. GOOD JOB!
*I wish...I wish that I could go to Blue Lake arts camp this summer*
Granted, but you no longer have any free time. Your family thinks you leech off them because you only have enough time to collect presents during hols and your friends feel neglected. The world hates you overall.
I wish House was really easy to write. ;_____;
because memory moves in orbits of absence, because she holds her hands out in the rain, and rain remembers nothing, not even how it became itself. - Las Ruinas del Corazon, Eric Gamalinda