Devious Journal Entryugh, i feel sick right now.
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Broken"Don't lie to me. You hardly even look at me anymore, Red." He said in a frustrated voice. He sighed and exhaled the anger from tone and in its place was only resignation, "…When are you going to forgive yourself?"Broken
"Please, Pur, don't do this… I can't, not now. I just don't want to talk about it."
"You're crying."
Red cried harder in response. Purple draped an arm across his shoulders and pulled him close. The red-eyed Irken instinctively shrank away, "Don't, you'll hurt yourself."
"How long, Baby? How long are you going to do this?" Purple sighed. "How long are you going to treat
by ~knockplease
FutileThey wanted to know if there was anything that they could get for him. Names and faces he didn't know and had never met offered their deepest sympathies and most heartfelt regrets in regard to his loss. "He was so young" and "it's such a tragedy", but he noticed that there was one condolence in particular that came out of everyone's mouth.Futile
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
He smiled painfully each time and expressed his thanks because if he took his mind off autopilot, even for a second, Red was sure he'd lose his composure entirely. Everyone kept asking the same goddamn question, in spite of how futile it was. &
by ~knockplease
GiveSomething had to give. There were no more tears to shed. They had long since run out of obscenities to shout, fingers to point, blame to shift, and verbal ammunition. The passion that fueled the grudges and resentment between them had gone cold and expired. Whatever love they had died a long time ago, they simply refused to acknowledge it. They had gone through the empty motions day after day, maintained the futile lovemaking that left them numb at best, hoping that maybe the friction of bodies would re-light the spark that had been lost. In the end, it only served as a reminder of how empty and hollow they had become. In the dark, silent momGive
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VolatilityShe laughs aloud as he writhes in pain, his skin sizzling and burning and stained with fresh barbecue sauce. She hears Dib laugh with her, and a chorus of several other students in making a social mockery of the horribly-disguised alien. The smile on her face never wavers, but inside she feels herself seething.Volatility
She tells herself its hate that drives her.
But what she hates the most right now is that she's laughing, and that these wretched little brainless Earth-children are laughing with her. She hates these moronic, ignorant pests for making a spectacle of him like this because even though she laughs with them, she
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