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[ofsong]

Writing so that people can see it is strange...isn't this sort of thing meant to be private? I'd rather speak to you all.

[In bigger handwriting:]

KEEP THIS PART PRIVATE!

[Back to her regular writing!]

Did you know? The stars are stairs.
I climbed a hundred stars
Just to wish you goodbye

[Paaaause, then:]

What do you mean I can't keep it

Comments

[trollingthis]

[Neat handwriting that almost looks as if it were printed from a computer. Also is exactly the same as this guy's, in case he comments because his mun is a Sheryl fag!]

Things are not quite working as you expected, are they not?

[ofsong]

They're not what anyone expects.

[trollingthis]

Anyone at all?

[ofsong]

Everyone expects to have their name, or they should.

[trollingthis]

Does it really matter how you are addressed as?

[ofsong]

Of course it does.

[trollingthis]

Oh? And why is that?

[ofsong]

I've put a lot of work into who I was [the strike is sloppy, hurried] am.

[trollingthis]

Of course, Goodbye.

Your name is a strange one, is it not?

[ofsong]

It isn't my name, just something I'm calling myself until I find my name.

[trollingthis]

Do you really think you can find that piece of information? Here, in a place wherein no one remembers anything for long?

[ofsong]

You must want a long answer, where I waver and shake.

But you can't have it. The answer is only yes.

[trollingthis]

If you say so, Goodbye.

[ofsong]

I say what I say, and it's always true.

[trollingthis]

So certain of yourself, are you not?

[ofsong]

I am. I am . . . [ink trails off]