Fourth Thread
After finding myself unable say anything but lie, and thus considered crazy, I found myself a lot quieter the past week. Less chance of confusing people, and alienating them that way. I love being called crazy, really. It goes hand in hand with my feelings towards bulls.
I've been quiet because of it, and frankly? I fucking hate the silence. The whole complex is way too quiet, and all that happens here is fighting, even when there's supposed to be fun. I thought you immortals were known for your endless parties, dropping most things, and only caring about a good time? What made it that even you can't lighten things up around here?
Because you know what? When it's quiet and you're on your own, you think too much. You come to conclusions, and you dwell on things you don't want to. And the list of things you could be doing instead become more and more tempting, even as the insanity of them only heightens.
I've been quiet because of it, and frankly? I fucking hate the silence. The whole complex is way too quiet, and all that happens here is fighting, even when there's supposed to be fun. I thought you immortals were known for your endless parties, dropping most things, and only caring about a good time? What made it that even you can't lighten things up around here?
Because you know what? When it's quiet and you're on your own, you think too much. You come to conclusions, and you dwell on things you don't want to. And the list of things you could be doing instead become more and more tempting, even as the insanity of them only heightens.