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Pie for lunch, pie after dinner, pie presumably for breakfast tomorrow. Yay.
No, I did not drop off the earth, or even the Internet. I've been here, just not writing much. There's nothing to say.
Some days I just want to scream. Some days I want to grab someone by the throat and claw their eyes out or hit them until they beg me to stop. Some days I just...don't get it. How can I go from humour to anger so fast?
I can't scream--oh, wait. I can. There's no one here.
That feels better.
No, I did not drop off the earth, or even the Internet. I've been here, just not writing much. There's nothing to say.
Some days I just want to scream. Some days I want to grab someone by the throat and claw their eyes out or hit them until they beg me to stop. Some days I just...don't get it. How can I go from humour to anger so fast?
I can't scream--oh, wait. I can. There's no one here.
That feels better.
