Going MAD!

Not really. ;)

I'm just really hyper. Like, REALLYREALLYREALLY HYPER. I feel bad because of the events of last night. But I'm hyper. I'm dancing around, singing, just... happy. Should I feel guilty about that? Or what? At least Frap doesn't have to be alone, dying, for the rest of his life right?
That's good, right?
Right?
....
HYPER!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jgGEezpDU0c
"I'm bloody fuckin' nuts!"

This Justice ain't blind.

Bluh Bluh Grounded

Prolly be on less. Love you guys! Email me if you want.

x.insane.artist.x@gmail.com

Yawn

Never staying up all night again.
NIGHT BEFORE LAST'S POST:
That was the result of paranoia and sleep deprivation.

TO MY PEEPS!
Frap: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.
Branwen: ....guess this means no Scott Pilgrim and cocoa....? Are we still friends...?
Joce: /sigh/ Brother.... (No, he isn't my real brother, I just call him that.)
Maze: /also sigh
Janus: I wish I hadn't known about Astrid and Murphy.
Anon: Those dreams are FUCKED UP.
Dreamer: Be safe.
Defender: Keep him safe. DEFEND THE MAN!

I HATE MY SCHOOL. Fukken Christian homeschooling....


Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me.

Despair

She looked out the window, darkness already swallowing her town.

Rain was falling, making she she had no peace.

The picture she drew, that damnable thing...

It wouldn't stop appearing.

Damn...

A ripped open throat, revealing the spine, blood already long drained. 

Scars covering every single inch of exposed skin.

One hand ripped away, the other replaced.

One foot, two toes missing.

The man in the drawing wasn't dead at all.

He couldn't talk, breathe... die.

He begged.

He begged with his eyes, with his tears.

He was broken.

She felt that defeat with every second.

What do you do, when it's so tiring to think?

Gods.

I got a very *pleasant* wake-up this morning: Mom has stomach flu! Yip. Pie. Wait, no, that looks stupid. ANYWAYS
To the-voice-says
Ha. Ha. Funny. Seriously, how the fuck do you know my other two aliases? One I haven't used in a few months, or not at all in conjunction with my real name/any email. The other I'll give you, I have been Shanna Aravias Blake for a long time, but not anymore. TO use a trope: That (wo)Man Is Dead.
To Janus
Haven't heard from you today. I miss our games. But, I suppose you're busy with what your king has said to you.
To Frap
One word to describe your situation: FUCK. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
To Joce
Also, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

Things have been quiet here, very quiet, way too fucking quiet.

Mwahaha, I spam you all with idiotic things!

Who We Are