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The smoke clears, leaving him untouched. Him and his smug grin in his pinstripe suit, pristine as usual, with his fedora that must be cemented into place and coated with teflon.
Really, I don't know what to do about him. One can only tolerate so much. The girl at my bed was the last straw. I enjoy my sleep, without Tortured-Past-Girl showing up and bloodying up the floor every night.
It took me three hours before she left me in peace. Three hours of listening to her talk about her life of woe, her cruel and unjust death, and how everyone believed the stupid girls who brought about her death. So much for leaving psychiatry.
AND THEN JOHN WAS A ZOMBIE.
Really, I don't know what to do about him. One can only tolerate so much. The girl at my bed was the last straw. I enjoy my sleep, without Tortured-Past-Girl showing up and bloodying up the floor every night.
It took me three hours before she left me in peace. Three hours of listening to her talk about her life of woe, her cruel and unjust death, and how everyone believed the stupid girls who brought about her death. So much for leaving psychiatry.
AND THEN JOHN WAS A ZOMBIE.
What to Write or What Do You Want Me To Write?
I need things to write. It struck me when browsing :~DeviantArtSecret (https://www.deviantart.com/deviantartsecret): that I need new things to write, more things to write.
Calligraphy is my hobby. Yet much as I love to write, I oft find myself at a loss. Reluctant to set up the tools. Unsure what to write. Yet I wish to improve.
So I would ask of you: Give me something, anything you wish. Be it a poem, a verse, some of your thoughts you wish transcribed in ink- I shall put pen to paper and post the results or possibly send you the result, If you so desire. If you have any preference as to font used, colour if ink & paper, writing instrument, do not hesitate to ask.
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Because I obviously forgot to be angsty till now.
That awkward moment when I want to take a shower but keep thinking about how one day I will die, and everything will go away all I know all I am will become naught;
I think on my past and how little I understood though I thought I knew, and how I think now that I know, but my future sees otherwise. How the bars I have built in my mind seem trite in the order of things, this desire to fit in, this need to be liked, to be loved so useless, a splint on my unscathed leg but why do I still care; putting on what I think the best face of Me for the situation afraid of what will happen if I let my selves bleed together into one to speak that strong
Ohai.
That awkward moment when you are struck by a sudden rush of ForeverAlone ~orzplz (https://www.deviantart.com/orzplz)
And then someone tells you that you can't even pass it off as Teen Angst anymore.
I'M SORRY I WASTED MY CHANCE~ D:
I still have a little time to be an arse, right?!
In other news, I like this song :) http://www.reverbnation.com/artist/song_details/4040439
NaNoWriMo
So yeah. It's coming. Time to get ready, check your pens and notebooks, Make sure your computer is running smoothly, get your backup system set up, etc. Who's doing this?
In other news, I watched the 3 1/2HR Nyancat all the way through.
And hit replay.
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A very, very loose continuation of :thumb198678919: done while at work. also unfinished 