You clicked your heels and wished for me
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Thread Topic: You clicked your heels and wished for me
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the best thing about having a best friend is having a best friend
he's gonna stay for dinner and idk what i did to be so blessed as to exist in the same plane of life as him -
!!!! I'd say I did pretty good.
My build:
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Number of people lusting after the pirates:
Too MANY -
the feeling of being overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people I'm talking to/things I'm involved in is something I have missed so freaking much but
I rEaLLY need to organize my roleplays -
Okay Okay:
The Hollow:
*Partners: LiliStCrow, Ziara
Wishing Well:
*Partners: RaceySenpai, Red
Sorcerer Thingy:
*Partners: TopLoftyAssassin, Wichtlein, Vequa
Pirate Garbage:
*Partners: ValentineIllusion, NerdyFox, AvianJen, River, Ran
The Tree:
*Partners: Chaos
Cuffing Season:
*Partners: PaddieCake
Pretty sure that's all.
Surprised that no one has noticed how similar WW and TH are. -
I'm sorry that I'm happy. Only, I'm not sorry.
And I shouldn't be.
Because, f--- you, Jasmine. -
why am i so f---ing scared to say what i mean
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And I mean, what is there to say anymore? Nothing I haven't said before.
it's just
so s---ty
so f---ing s---ty, such a s---ty thing to do -
I'm going to clean my room and then do some sit ups and then eat ice cream for breakfast all without sleeping.
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S T O P
Okay? f---ing stop. -
like who doesn't lust after pirates
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I don''t understand why your comments still hurt me.
I'm over it, I'm done. I don't want you anymore, I'm f---ing happy for the first time in my life. I'm content with where I am, with the people I've surrounded myself with.
But if that's true, why the f--- do I keep looking? Like, why do I want to keep seeing you say all that s--- about me? Talk about how I f---ed you up, how I've made your life a living hell. Which is odd, because I hadn't been being a dick when it happened. It was kind of out of the blue. I get it and all, but could you just f---ing stop? Go b---- about me somewhere else, my friends don't want to see it anymore. Go whine to your f---ing girlfriend, tell her how I'm "stressing you out" or whatever.
I guess it does still hurt, in that s---ty, s---ty way that it always will because you f---ing said you wouldn't do it and then you did. I kept asking if you wanted me to leave you alone because I wanted to be able to protect myself from the fallout, and what you did wasn't fair, because you f---ing promised. Why can't anyone keep their promises?
And, I stress you out? God, I'm sorry that I kept asking if you were angry with me. Hah. That's so f---ing funny, I stressed you out by asking it I was doing anything wrong. That's just, I don't know, the most hilarious s--- ever. You're being a dick to Jenna, too. And she doesn't deserve it. I don't know what's f---ing wrong with you, all this bulls--- about your family that you're making up, and just.
I should have seen it coming, I should have f---ing seen it coming. I mean, Parys did. s---, Victoria did, but Parys still likes you more. Which is absurd.
You know, when your girlfriend and you break up, I will want so badly to laugh in your face. Because of all the s--- you put me through, because I know deep down it was her. And that makes me so f---ing sad because, f---, I want to be so angry but I just miss you and it's not f---ing fair.
Don't tell me I wasn't in love. I was. So, f--- you for thinking I don't hurt, too. f--- you for thinking that I don't wish I didn't exist, too. -
what the s--- bruh I just said I lust after pirates and you dump this on me
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no shuuuush I'm unloading my internal monologue
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ALSO MY LINES FROM TRACKS:
-What?
-Oh, this. Uh... No.
-Lay off it. I didn't want a light, okay? I don't want to smoke it. I'm... I'm saving it. It's my last one.
-I guess you could say that.
-Payphone, down here? Yeah, right.
-We're all dead.
-You won't find one.
-It doesn't matter if you're convinced or not. You're still dead. We all are.
-Yeah.
-No. Don't do it.
-You don't want to go there. It's only going to make this place worse.
-No.
-No! I don't know where it goes!
-I've told you I don't! I don't know where the train goes!
-Don't you see? There's nothing we can do. The train goes somewhere, but no one knows for sure which way! What if it goes to hell?
-But what if it does?
-Stop it.
-Please stop.
-Stop.
-Shut up, both of you! Now do you get it? I don't know where the train goes because of this! Is this person good? Is that person bad? There's no way anyone can figure out which way it goes if you keep fighting with each other. I've been here, and I've seen enough people go through exactly what you're doing, and still no one finds out which way it's going. How can they get on without knowing?
-You won't like what you find.
-I tried to tell you, but none of you would listen. You wouldn't have had to send anyone over there if you had just listened to me, but no, you blew me off. Don't listen to the crybaby.
-I've spent enough time on both sides of this awful place, and no matter which side I'm on, it's always the same. I listen to all of you confessing, feeling guilty about your lives, and I'm tired of it!
-No matter how hard I try, there's no way to tune you all out. There's no where to hide. And with only this platform and that one, there's nowhere else for me to go.
-Oh yeah? Where else can I go?
-Nuh-uh. No way.
-I'd rather take my chances staying put. I'm not getting on that train. You don't know my life. You don't know the pain I've been through and caused. I can't imagine I have any chance of getting into Heaven, so I must be going to Hell. And I don't want to go there, but I can't figure our which side would keep me away from there. You all discuss and argue and confess, and I've seen groups who think they've figured it out. As much as I want to believe them, I never buy it. What if they're wrong?
-I ran away from home when I was sixteen because my parents wouldn't let me date this older guy. Said he was bad news. They turned out to be right, but I didn't listen, so I dropped out of school and ran off with him. Dumb move. We both got jobs at a burger joint to pay the rent. Almost a year later, I thought I was pregnant. Turned out I wasn't, but when I told him, he hit me and left, taking all the money we had. He even told my boss I had been stealing money from the registers when it had been him doing it. I was fired. I had no job, no money, and nowhere to live.
-I wanted to, but I was young and stupid. I didn't think my parents would want to see me again. I said some pretty nasty things to them, so I thought I couldn't go back there. Lived on the streets for a couple years. Did so many bad things to get food, money, cigarettes. I was going to give them up after this one- Give it up and straighten out my messed up life.Then I was here. I don't know how I died- Exposure, accident, who knows? What's worse is that I don't know if my parents know I'm dead. And they definitely don't know I'm sorry for what I did to them.
-Two, maybe three years ago, I guess.
-Hard to tell in this place, and it feels like longer. It's always the same thing over and over, and I'm tired of reliving my life story to every new group that comes through here.
-I'm not going! I told you! I don't deserve to go to Heaven, and I don't want to Hell.
-Now do you understand? You all can do what you want. I'm staying here.
-I told you. I won't. I can't. What if...?
-But what if it goes to...?
-Even if it goes to...?
-You.. You'd do that for me?
-No one's ever done anything like that for me, not since I left home, anyway. I... I don't know what to say.
-I hope they don't stay long and put themselves through the same hell I went through for three years.
-Uh.. I hope they...
AND THAT'S ALL MY LINES, f---
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