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the lights are too bright. close your eyes. the sounds are too loud. "We're here. Get out of the car." Honestly, sir? Do I really? I had no idea. "Now." I don't feel like it. "Is this... is this, uh, the gorin'phobia? No, no. You don't have to worry about the gorin' phobia with me. Oh, did you mean agoraphobia? "'Cuz they said, don't mess with their disease, I think." They're probably right, you know. I'd snap and kill all of you. Oh, wait, agoraphobia might kinda hinder that. "Jus' giddout." Thing is, in my mind, I can be sarcastic. I can be mean, even. But one little part of my mind won't let me say it. But there's nothing I can really do about it. I can just stay safe in my little world where I'm really me. But what would I do if it ever came out? That's something I think about. Because when I'm like this? Nobody has to deal with me. I might as well just go inside. There's another car in the driveway. She's here. I wrap my jacket tighter around me and sigh. My jacket's my shell. A thin outer shell, threatening to break at any moment. And I think it's about to. I slowly walk inside. The TV in the living room is on. I grip the handle of my suitcase and slowly pad up the stairs. I'm not ready to meet her quite yet. All the rooms are so different from home. They're too big. Too empty. I drop the suitcase on the floor and sit down, cross-legged. The floor's different. There's something. I wish it was like my old floor. That was a good floor. The bed's wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. It's all wrong. I open my mouth and breathe in. Let's go meet the wife. Thump, thump, thump. Each step of the stairs, a new crack in my shell. And there she is. There's the unlucky lady. She's got long, pink hair. I'd call it weird, but I've dyed my hair blue since I was thirteen. I'm about to do the hardest thing in my life so far. Say "Hello."
no yes ironically
Yeah but HE IS USING BLUE EYES WHITE DRAGON
Card games on INTERNET MOTORCYCLES
hey bro let's make this hatred work Man I know we can do it bro Let's do this like we're dueling IN THE PAST
Granted. Completely unrelated to the wish, someone dies. I wish I were a star. EDIT: For KH2Man.
Granted, but a volcano blows up in your face. I wish I had a robot pirate shotgun. EDIT: THAT IS UNCANNY YOU ARE AN UNCANNY NINJA THAT IS A THING NOW
And knowing is half the GTFOing.
Granted OKAY NOBODY POST OKAY THIS THREAD IS DEAD OKAY DON'T REVIVE IT THAT WOULD BE UNACCEPTABLE I wish for some toast right about now.
Granted but then Superman and you get together because it just makes sense, and then you're relentlessly mocked by Lois Lane I wish I wish for stars.
TAKE OFF YOUR COLLAR bluh
