March 2012
February 2012
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I can't kill myself.
I love the misery too much.
PENCIL: You know, I'm really sorry.
ERASER: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
PENCIL: I'm sorry, 'couse you get hurt because of me. Whenever I make a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller every time.
ERASER: That's true, but i don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though, one of these days, I know I'll be gone and you have to replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.
random blogger reading this: what
me: OTP
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Ready for another fucking great day? You bet your...
Fuck am I saying.
Yesterday was fucking horrible. I woke up early to go to a voluntary college prep thing that was absolute bullshit, then I met my friend early at work to watch part of a fucked up Asian movie called “Dumplings” and then work was even worse!
I had to do ticket taking which wasn’t bad, until ticket taking became late seating. I really hate those stupid...
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When I'm in the same room as her, I don't even...
However, when she’s away, my phone is my best friend.
When we aren’t texting, I just stare at my phone, hoping for new notifications.
Fuck, something is wrong with me. I need to let this go before I get deeply hurt.
