art is just proof that time existed. //Ok so hey fellas you might be wondering why ma'am does all this deactivate drama and then goes on posting a semi-rant in the caption. Sometimes, Wednesdays feel like unaccomplishments. Deaccomplishments? Nonaccomplishments? Wotevah. Yeah, seriously, I haven't accomplished much today. And now, I am going to *ruin* (or if you are a perfectly good person, I am going to make your day by being honest about myself ;p) your day by revealing something I have always, ALWAYS feared doing. So I thought, I thought and thought and thought, if I should support the revelation with a poem. An article. An essay. But no, I am a Ranty Ramona. Rants have always been my best friends because the audience is not supposed to directly listen. They just sit back and watch the nuts and bolts cracking up. Hahaha Wednesday. Where was I? Revelation. Yes.
