Mixer and Chassoliey

Turnip knows whats up.
She only talks to me when she wants something, and uses my love for her to her advantage. Sometimes, I let her take control of me like that because she actually talks to me when she gets what she wants. But a part of me (that I am expressing through through Turnip) knows whats up. I hate loving you.

(Chassolieys hair is ment to be bright pink. I used a highlighter so the scanner made it fade ): sucks but whateverr)

Mixer is mine
Turnip is mine
Chassoliey belongs to her rightful owner
Art is mine