Feb 17, 2011 22:17
[ private: Urick ; fail filter ]
Urick. I have a birthday coming up. It is the twenty-eighth.
You will come, won't you, Urick?
You didn't come to the reservation. I know that is not your fault. I know it isn't. So I forgive you. I hold no ill will toward you. When have I ever? How could I? You're absolutely perfect, you know.
So, will you come? You can meet all my friends.
If you don't come, I don't want it. I don't want a party. I don't want anything. It isn't the same if you are not there. There is no reason to breathe if you are not there. So, you have to come.
Please?
[ ooc: Too agitated to care about creating a real filter. ]
!: yaha,
c: black mask