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[noworldleft]

[Illyria is sitting in her room and dictating her painbow of emotions to her book because there is nothing better to do in her life. And the post-de-cupiding moping was getting boring.]

I have spent many days in my room [she pauses to decide on the word she wants to use, and then spits it out with disgust:] grieving. I have done violence, but it

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[painhumbles]

A lot of girls try throwing up.

[noworldleft]

Rude heathen. That is not the type of purging I speak of.

[painhumbles]

Then do what the rest of female society does- eat ice cream and watch chick flicks.

[noworldleft]

I don't comprehend the meaning of the words falling out of your mouth.

[hellshaped]

Have you tried drinking yet?

[noworldleft]

I consume the amount of fluids necessary for survival. I find no joy in it.

[hellshaped]

No, I meant alcohol.

[noworldleft]

Wesley used to consume great amounts of alcohol. He reeked and behaved like a child, angry and bitter.

[daddyhost]

Grieving, my God-King?

[noworldleft]

More continues to be taken from me, Suoh Tamaki. I have no stronghold.

[daddyhost]

Who is taking these things from you, I will not let them continue!

[noworldleft]

People I once knew at home. Allies. They no longer know me, and now seek to destroy all that I hold dear.

[cheerupemoborg]

A little brain surgery might do the trick.

[noworldleft]

Why?

[cheerupemoborg]

Well, you want to purge yourself of emotion...

[noworldleft]

The brain in my vessel collapsed. This body functions by the will of my energy.

[mysticalvender]

Honey, you should write food articles.

[noworldleft]

How dare you speak to me.

[mysticalvender]

Hooo boy, did I do something to upset you, pudding? I thought we were good.

[noworldleft]

You took Wesley from me. You all took him from me.