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[emotenshi]

Dear diary.

Mood, sore. Tired. And confused.

It's been an interesting few days. Uh. Yeah. Don't really know what to say about them.

I'm...tired. I think I'm going to go chill on the streets somewhere. Uh. Yeah.

Maybe someone'll fucking give me some cigarettes.

Comments

[mindreader_eh]

Sore~?

[emotenshi]

Shut up, Kyouya.

[mindreader_eh]

That can only mean one thing.

[emotenshi]

Shut up Kyouya.

[mindreader_eh]

You're so obvious, Setsuna.

[emotenshi]

Shut up before I drown you in a puddle, Kyouya.

[mindreader_eh]

Of tears?

[emotenshi]

Of your own blood.

[mindreader_eh]

Cool. Red's my favorite color.

[emotenshi]

That's good. It'll be the last color you see.

[mindreader_eh]

'Cept I'm actually colorblind.

C'mon, Setsuna~, I thought you almost liked me.

[emotenshi]

... Are you fucking serious?

Almost is the keyword, Kyouya.

[mindreader_eh]

Completely.

Almost from you is abject adoration from anyone else. >D

[emotenshi]

Holy fuck man.

Yeah, no. Almost is almost. Doesn't quite cut it.

[mindreader_eh]

My ex-girlfriend was the one that figured it out. But I can still guess at colors. Some.

Ow. My ego may never~ be the same.

[emotenshi]

So like, you can't see a red twelve when green surrounds it or some shit?

Your ego needed some beating anyway.