Have you ever wanted to? O: And...I know. I should pester her about it but I feel uncomfortable. XDD Ah well, soon.
Alright.~ Damn. Well, have you heard of L'Arc-en-Ciel? It's the guy from there and someone else in a collab. They're pretty good. o:And I love...
...Yo. Haha, why not? D: Did something tramatizing happen? Pfffft. Lazy way is da only way homes. I'm good! Just anti-social. And not wanting...
It's alright! I'm glad you found the story interesting at least. c: Thanks for being honest. And it's alright. Just want to get things...
Aww. I'm sorry. But it's not all bad! I know that there are really terrible OCD's out there so I'm pretty content. xD Aww. What color is your cat?...
Haha, thanks. I was in a depressed mood for a while so I erased everything. I thought it was time to put some personality back behind my posts 'n...
D: I'm sorry. Have you applied for any financial aid or anything? xDD Are you a chocoholic? I hate chocolate. ; ; But I had a lot of skittles...A...
The older the members get on this site, the more anxious I get about seeing, "I just got married!" or, "What should I name my baby? <3" Threads.
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀♥▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ ❝To be or not to be—I wish that were really a choice.❞ The warmth of her boyfriend provided her with little comfort. Her mind was racing and her heart was pounding, the contact with her eyes made towards Angela’s body cut off due to Jake standing in front of her. It was hard to breathe, she noticed. Her chest felt so tight, and her heart felt so constricted that she thought she might pass out. She resisted, but only focusing on ceasing the trembling of her body against Jake’s warmer one. There were others there. She barely recognized them, if she recognized them at all, and she was too busy taking in what the smaller girl was asking her to focus in on their appearances or their voices. “I…” It was the only thing she could really whimper out, though her head was racing with other forms of choppy utterance and exclamations. She took a deep breath, clutching to Jake’s shirt oblivious to how hard before pulling her head back from the fabric in an attempt to clear her mind. “Her name was Angela…She was s-seventeen, I think? Maybe eighteen…Nobody liked her.” It sounded awful to say, especially I such a wavering and quiet voice. But blunt honesty seemed to be all she knew right now. The rest of the questions were blurring together into an overall oblivion, the answers either failing her or seeming utterly irrelevant. Why would she have duct tape? How would she know where the kitchens were? Though she was sure they could easily find it with some snooping around. This reminded her once again that Angela had been stabbed. That she had been murdered. That there was no one else there. That it was in the middle of a snow storm, and she was alone. They were alone.
It doesn't seem like you've been too active lately. D: I was just curious as to if you were going to post in Culprit again? It's no rush, really....
I'm curious, are you still going to post in Culprit sometime? xD
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xD I noticed that too! It bothered me.
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k a r o l y n p i e r c e________________________________________________╰☆╮ Karolyn stepped into the coffee shop quietly, eyes glancing towards the others in acknowledgment before she took her seat, just slightly away from the rest. Whether it was inches, or feet, she liked that detachment. Just a bit. Though it was a slight comfort that she wasn’t all along in her job, it didn’t particularly feel good being in the cloud of negativity and indifference that that fact usually forced her into. She scent of coffee and vanilla filled her with a sort of warmth and she slumped a bit in her chair, her ears catching the current conversation that was going on, and wanting little to nothing to do with it. Her eyes drifted from the group to the window, arms crossed gently in her lap. She repressed a sigh and forced herself to straighten up. There was also something on her mind, and today, it happened to be the boy who had passed on earlier. She wondered why, exactly, people had to die. She knew the technical reason. She also knew that somewhere out there in the world, people celebrated death like a birthday party. Some beings rejoiced. Some people embraced it. But not her. She couldn’t grasp that sort of understanding. To her, regardless, death was tragic. More so for those who were left behind afterward. Those left waiting and praying, and the haunting thought set on replay going, “You’ll never see them again.” It was such a weight on her. Such a heavily burden to know that she was a part of the system. A sponsor of misery. "I'm sorry I'm late." She finally spoke, her voice low--but she knew they were used to it enough to have heard. She finally turned her gaze back to the rest. ________________________________________________╰☆╮
Cats are (very very) cute. *Insert racist amount of unnecessary desu's*. >>;
Edym makes me happiest.
*Bleeds* ... ;___;
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I was very happy about that grade jump. xD I know that it's still not very good but at least I passed. c: How are youuuu? How was your...
