My Official Thread.~
- Locked by Dark22978 on Jan 21, '17 10:54pmReason: owner's request
Thread Topic: My Official Thread.~
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And the police have came because he did it. And mother is going to be very pissed, and this is the last f---ing straw. We're done. You had your chances, but you do this outrageous things because of your health problems. I can't do this anymore.
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I'm okay. The police just arrived because... I'm really s--- fury upset.
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Your brother?
Try to take breather. I am here for you. -
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Anyways, hello. -
Hai!
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Did they do anything?
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oh sorry
i didnt realize you were upset
my bad -
Don't worry about it, you ok though?
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He has to go to the hospital. I knew, and I really knew that somehow, it would connect to this very situation.
I'm okay, jesus. -
We're done with this.
Dad will be here, and it'll be all over. The nightmare that had been probing everyone will vapor, vanish away. -
If he was able to pull this all off, and if we don't do something about this, who knows what else could happen and it makes me nervous.
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Everything shattered instantly, just because of an unsuspecting feather that wasn't laced with beauty, laced with cyanide.
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I just want to get out of here, jesus.
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Headache is resurfacing again. Fatigue? Check.
Frustrated? 100 degrees maximum ride.
Everything is draining me, and this was enough to pull me off the delirious lever that kept me at base one, two, three.. Either or any base, the small numerical titles of them, uno, dos, tres, didn't come to my aid in the situation that unfolded in the likes of the arbitrary. Usually they were used in countdowns, 1-3, 1-10, any of the liking, as a relaxation complex to guide the angry, the nervously shaken, to distract them from the unrest that the universe wanted to crack open like a seed and release the very salty, bitter wrath of a nut, and guess what? Not even the kind of nuts you like.
Numbers aren't exactly in my journal to release tension from my body and mind, but to ramble on in tangents like this to elevate stress and let the tides of ease wash into your sandy-coolata oasis, as your shells of un-chained dreams and thoughts signal and command its oceanic beach comrade to rid of their loneliness is enough to be my personal therapist for a day. -
Avalon Centrifuge.
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