Um... Excuse you?

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When I woke it up, I had two things crawling around in my head.

One: I felt hollow, as if a part of me was missing. Almost like someone took me and cut me in half, emptied my body of all it's contents then sewed me up. My fingers dug into the sheets as I sat up, straight, the room becoming familiar. Red velvet curtains hung in front of the window, blocking out all but the smallest rays of light. The silk sheets, I clung to, were smooth and the color of lust itself, it was the same for the walls and carpet. Cool wood filled the...

Ahem.

Some people can't hold their ARSENIC.

ANYWAYS.

You want to know why I left? Yes?

No?

No? Okay then.





I'm going to tell bạn anyway.

1.) It wasn't really fun anymore. *shrugs*

2.) I didn't feel welcome anymore. Thanks to a few certain people.

3.) UGH. PEOPLE.

4.) Apparently, I "ruined all the fun."

5.) ALL THE FLIPPING BULLYING. bạn KNOW WHO bạn ARE.

6.) All the blasted cliques and drama.

7.) I'm sorry, BUT ALL THE RULES. JESUS. TALK ABOUT FREE COUNTRY MAN. 'MURICA. GO USA.

8.) One person done one thing, "Oh. Okay, that's cool." Another person does. "OH Jesus NO. GET RID OF IT BEFORE IT REPRODUCES....