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- Locked by Br0wnieBunny on Sep 8, '16 8:45pmReason: drew wanted me to lock this thread. she told me to say "brownie oppress me and i gave up my dignity to the modz for asking this 2 b lock. pls dont hate me le1f. dark and the mods suk" don't get mad at me that what SHE said not me. dark u dont suk ily
Thread Topic: ✨â🌙💫👑
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leave me like you always do :c -
:((( damn
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you take so long to reply thooo
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me is creating characters for soap
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ooooooooh ok
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sylvia
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making characters is h a r d
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drew
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You know, f--- it. I don't know why I try when people talk to me. I'm literally trying to actually pursue in a conversation but you obviously seem way more invested into the others. I can't keep up, I'm not the same old damn Drew that you thought you knew back then, I'm not Drew anyways. I'm just 1714. Your average wacko that happened to fall upon the turmoil named the Internet, much like the rest of the impulsive ants scattered among the web. If you're looking for that person that has long been demolished, they're not here. They were never here to begin with. tl;dr
I'm not in the mood to talk. Go away, if you even notice and decide to post.
Get the memo or not. I don't care. People are just a detriment to my health. -
Maybe I need to learn to detach myself, because constantly prying on the same people for satisfying meat just results in miniscule offering of poultry that was left in kitchen overnight for bacteria to eat it alive. Maybe I need to simply go and see how it is to get away, because this is all troubling. I'm tired of trying to stay awake because of my inner desires for something or that someone to fullfill it when numerous times it has left nothing in the bank and all of my trust and genuine care for them was considered as a grain, and now they wander wherever or who knows what and I'm done with them. Done.
Everything hit 12 AM and the ballroom is empty, but there's still a delirious thought in my head that the music still goes on, but it goes out when everyone leaves. I decided to leave way too late. Way too f---ing late.
I'm sick of watching a parental figure suffer because of their limited diet and their shifty habits of eating concerning small portions because of some medical issue which leads to malnourishing themselves unintentionally and walking like we're still in the times where Polio ravished and thrived. The person I don't know in real life, me, doesn't want to do nothing but indulge in a fake world of unfiltered grandeur and pure freedom while I can't handle the one that constantly contrasts both of them, and creates uneasy balance. I display nothing but an oafish coward that wears sizes too big red showy shoes, so I could look oh-so tough and oh-so super truthful and oh-so may we drone on about unrealistic characteristics of myself. I know none of you, none of you really know me, because fending off with eachother just to satisfy our conventional integrity instead of deeply connecting doesn't make me feel swell at all, it just showing me more and more of the depravity of any foundation I build a potential relationship on. Pickiness is a man's best companion, because at this time, I don't know who I can trust, who can actually stay without leaving with no post-thoughts. My friend capacity limit is pretty tight, but it's time to open it to quench in fresh air and new opportunity to develop into something new. -
I can't go to sleep, but my eyes indicate the opposite. Maybe I'll switch positions that are the most vulnerable on making me gradually fall into some sort of sleep.
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And hellllooo darlings.
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