1.0; troubled

Oct 14, 2009 16:16

[A distracted thought, slowly and halting, drifting off into doodling before being crossed out:] There are some things that I just can't--

He won't leave me the hell alone lately [blacked out carefully, irritably]

these gloves are too tight

I can hear the ocean someone playing the violin at night. I can't couldn't sleep.

I don't know why he [scratch scratch scratch]

I got There was a ✗

[This is added, a long time later after finding a dead mouse and earning himself a black eye. Someone is in a bad mood.]

Wilson. You asshole.

roxas

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