Who Are You?

[deaths_solace]

It is interesting how everyone is not 'scene' anymore. Or gothic, punk, or emo. It's a laughable attempt. People are so afraid to be who they are anymore. sickening to think that someone my be interested in what you have to say rather than for tripp clothing and all that bullshit. Which isn't to say it isn't nice, but fucking come on. Who the fuck

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[raevenstear]

Rock on.

[deaths_solace]

I had an anger moment. *blush*

[raevenstear]

Anger can fun and soothing.

[deaths_solace]

Yes. Yes it can. I had been wanting to get that out.

[raevenstear]

Hehe, don't worry... I have my rants too. They are allowed.

[deaths_solace]

Well now that I have your permission. . .lol

[raevenstear]

That's right, you can do NOTHING without my permission! Bwaha

[deaths_solace]

Your like parents all over again

[raevenstear]

Oh dear god... kill me.

(o)(o) BOOBIES!

[deaths_solace]

*mouth dropped open stare. You have brought my journal to a new level of indecency, I would give you a plaque, but I don't wanna! *sticks out tongue*

[raevenstear]

Yay! I'm so good at new levels of indecency

[deaths_solace]

Well at least we know that your good for something now *frighten, waiting to be hit look* . . . . . .I heart you

[raevenstear]

Yay! I'm good for something!

*does a lil dance*

[deaths_solace]

As much as I would enjoy to continue this sporadic conversation about nothing now. I fear my niece with bludgeon me with a foreign object soon if I don't get off. until another time *grins* be a good little minion of "not-so-evil evil" now.

[raevenstear]

Hahah! Alright... *waits to see if you bludgeoned*

[deaths_solace]

you bastard, you really are so mean to me. I hatefully love you anyway.