11TH RAGEQUIT | KARKAT VANTAS | TEXT

[sufferheir]

I KEEP TRYING TO WRITE SHIT IN HERE BUT IT KEEPS FUCKING AMOUNT TO A WHOLE LOT OF GODDAMN NOTHING. I GUESS I'M TRYING TO MAKE SOME KIND OF POINT, OR MAYBE TO JUST FUCKING VENT A LITTLE AFTER THE TEMPESTUOUS FECAL DOWNPOUR OF BODILY HUMORS THAT'S BEEN GOING ON FOR THE LAST WEEK. BUT BECAUSE OF THIS PARTICULAR SHADE OF MY UGLY AS FUCK TEXT I'M TOO BUSY SOILING MYSELF IN TERROR TO ACTUALLY PUT ANY WORDS DOWN.
BUT FUCK IT.
SERIOUSLY JUST
FUCK THIS ALL RIGHT UP ITS OWN DRY, CHITINOUS WASTE CHUTE

BECAUSE
THE TRUTH IS
I'M KIND OF SICK OF BEING SCARED.

I'VE BEEN DOING IT FOR A REALLY FUCKING LONG TIME AT THIS POINT. FOR PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING. AND YOU KNOW WHAT? LIFE IS GOOD ENOUGH AT BEING WOEFUL WITHOUT MY DILIGENT ASSISTANCE, AND SO I FIGURE IT'S ABOUT TIME I STOP POLITELY NIBBLING THE SIDEWALK IN PREPARATION FOR THE INEVITABLE CURBSTOMPING AND ACTUALLY LIKE
LET MYSELF FEEL OK FOR ONCE.
BECAUSE MAYBE I STILL CAN BE.
AND MAYBE SO CAN BEING HERE.

THERE. THIS IS ME GOING ON PUBLIC RECORD BEING THE SLIGHTEST BIT OPTIMISTIC. SO MAYBE WE CAN CHECK BACK HERE A FEW PERIGEE FROM NOW AND SEE HOW THAT ALL TURNS OUT.

ON THAT NOTE

TEREZI
SOLLUX
GAMZEE

I WANT TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT SOME GUT WRENCHINGLY MEANINGFUL SHIT SO TAG IN HERE PRIVATELY OR I'LL HAVE TO COME HUNT YOU DOWN
WHICH I'M SURE WILL MAKE THINGS EVEN MORE AWKWARD AND EMBARRASSING FOR EVERYONE INVOLVED.

AND YEAH, FOR THE RECORD, I'M TYPING THIS WAY NOW. IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS, IT DOESN'T MATTER TO YOU.