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You know what's pointless? This. You know what's useless? This. You know what this is going to entail? This. I don't know why I'd bother with this. I'll just etch out the caverns and hope I don't have any stranglers left. That's the story behind the last one.

I dunno what the bottom is. None of this is the bottom. What I do know, is that this page isn't long enough. It's like, 5 am here. It's amazing how there's never a moment when everyone is asleep. It honestly must exist in a 10 minute span.

To push on, this is what it is. Let's start with whatever wants to come out for now. I haven't felt like you were my girlfriend for too long. I'm just lost to that. When did it happen? How long's it been? I don't know anymore. The only date that matters is the 18th. Another is that, no matter how nice of a day it was, I've never had a day pass without fuck all, and there's just less and less to be here to. Everything is just a spike, and I'm tired of dying on them. Congratulations, you've unraveled me to the point where I refuse to open up anymore no matter what. You're not going to get anywhere, and me being here isn't doing anything either. I don't see why I'm here, what even is this, hate just covered in whatever fabric we've found? you can keep your own words, I'm already dead. Site went into backup, guess I'm writing this a while longer. Another, there's been no person in my life that has held the perfect title of evil. Maybe I don't remember them, and maybe they just don't apply to anything anymore, but that word isn't used. See what you know, bite what I say. Can't just leave, too fucking rude. Can't give a neutral reply, it's not trustworthy and I'd be a whore. Can't leave it in the post office, the site will crumble to the ground. Before, I never said I wanted to break up. I just couldn't do the fucking dread of being here everyday and just constantly being a raincloud because of it. Go ahead and grab your popcorn ladies and gentlefucks, because now I'm not coming back. I wonder what tone of voice this was written in. Is being written in. If you even care, it's monotone. Yes, I'm cussing. No, I don't feel anything while writing this. Once I hit Send, sure I'll just have everything. Right now, nothing. This site is useless, not even it can fulfill my Evangelion dream. Exclude this, I don't even feel comfortable being here, how the fuck I learn about this site from Flight Rising, I'll never know. But I did. And I hate it. Eh, what else have I shut up long enough about that I can't even post it in a message I feel like you won't read and I hope you don't read? Yurusan, yurusan, yurusan, yurusan... why do I even try to speak? I have free roam to say the fuck I want, and I can't. I doubt I'll send a second message to this, I mean this is already enough. That was enough. The year was enough. The ban was enough. The light, knowledge, water, air, fire, earth, life, and death was enough. How can I not care at all, then speak only about myself. I just keep it to myself. Everything. Hopefully this ends by the 23rd of the month of rain and fog. Heh, there's still things from PokeHeroes I want to say, but you never gave a shit then and definitly not now. I could post it, but I don't. Just sear my mouth shut and ban this site.