Vriska: Welp.
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~ On the 8th 8ilunar perigee of the 10th dim season's equinox ~
The one troll I
It seems as though
I find myself at a loss
[The pen quivers on the paper, and Vriska finds herself growling before scribbling out each and every word she has attempted to write. It was something she thought would get her mind off of everything, something that would allow her to clear her mind and get her thoughts out there...
But no. All she feels is frustration. All she can see is black.]
Fuck!
Fuck.
[She drops the pen into the journal, hands gripping at the pages, fingers clenching at the parchment, threatening to rip every piece out.]
How could I be so-- [And her hands to to the sides of her head, and she growls loudly once again.]
God damnit!
[It takes her a few moments of trying to calm herself down, but through her frustrations, all she can think of right now is one thing.]
This is a waste of time.
[Immediately, the journal is whipped to the side, across the room... and all Vriska can find herself staring at is the stupid eight ball that she dropped only seconds after entering her room.]
(ooc. sure is after this log!)