... This year, I need to be more honest about my feelings instead of letting Nowaki... do... everything.

I'm just thinking I should say that...

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It's funny how despite all the frickin' crap that goes on in this place, you don't forget about the normal things... like oseibo gift-giving. Even if it's a bit too late for it, and even if there isn't anyone to actually be thanking for the past year.... I better do it anyway.

I want to go home, dammit.One for that idiot friend of mine, Akihiko ( Read more... )

Great. There must be something against me somewhere up there. Fuck it.

Just leave me the hell alone. I'm sick.

I swear, if this fucking curse doesn't go away with all these noisy idiots all over the friggin place, I will start throwing books at them.

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Still no Nowaki. I'll give it a year-- what the hell am I thinking? He's fine. I'm fine. It shouldn't even bloody well matter!

No. Calm down. Devil Kamijo. Devil Kamijo--

I remember getting this particular sickness before. Red spots, huh? Chicken pox, huh?

Meh.

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For some reason, I have this huge... urge... to talk about how I almost died under a big mountain of my books. What the hell? This... this is probably a curse, isn't it? Or maybe I'm just dying of loneliness. Fuck.Back then, I was living alone, of course! Shelves were functional and all, but for a bachelor living in a bachelor's apartment, they ( Read more... )

I finally got enough courage to visit that Hall of the Missing everyone mentions one fucking way or another. That idiot is there. Fucking bastard, leaving me behind here. I know it's been over a friggin' week already, but... with his job and mine, it's not like that's been such a long time for us ( Read more... )