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[eliza_phelp]

Well, today was crap. I went to first period, even though in retrospect I probably shouldn't have, and then I skipped English because I had that with Bill, who, coincidentally, I got locked on the roof with. I think we worked some stuff out; we can both go to English, at least. Weird people at this school, I'll say that. Anyway, I went to the Nurse

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[howie_lovie]

At least I have not attempted to end my life because of some meaningless haunting that seems to have disappeared the instant you received some undue attention, Eliza. If you wish to test the theories of my apparent insanity, walk around my home at night. we'll see how much blood is actually in your body and how much sucked up by the soil once the [unrecognizable characters] is done with you.

[eliza_phelp]

The meaningless haunting isn't gone, nor are the reasons I tried to kill myself. The attention might have been undue, but it helped, which is more than anyone can say for you.

And I'd be happy to walk around your house a few laps, Lovecraft. Borrow a page from Charlotte's stalkerette book. But, unfortunately, I don't have the energy; I'd probably faint halfway through and you'd either have to leave me there to get sick and die, or take care of me.

I'll be over in a few, I guess.

[howie_lovie]

Whatever your reasons, it was idiotic. You should know that.

Don't come over. As much as I couldn't care less about your future, I do not need your death near my premises as a concern. I have enough proble

[eliza_phelp]

It didn't seem idiotic at the time, and it doesn't now. And I don't know that. That's yet another problem I have. You've got to be one of the most unfeeling creatures in the world, and I hope whatever's been eating all the cattle lately gets to you. Gives you a little Kiss of Death or whatever. Or hey, maybe Jane can do that, seeing as how everything she touches seems to wither and die.

Yeah, you have plenty of problems of your own. You should solve them with a gun. Or maybe even some dental floss wrapped around your throat. Remember to tie it tight!

I'm tempted to come over anyway, possibly now more than ever, cocksucker.

[witty_astraea]

Look, I'm not going to go into any amateur psychoanalyzing on you, because people who do that are annoying. I'm not going to suggest that any of the things you've done, which you say seemed right at the time, were piss-poor notions

[eliza_phelp]

To be entirely honest, I don't really care anymore. I'd love to write a long rebuttal to your argument (say, mentioning that my uncle isn't actually in hell), but I don't really feel like it. Thanks anyway for the pep talk, but pep (and most forms of psychology) makes me want to kill myself, so unless you're trying to encourage me...

[fidelioscabinet]

If you do he wins.

Or do you like that idea?

[eliza_phelp]

Hey, what do you know about my uncle anyway? And how'd you find out?

[alex_pope]

Welcome back. I see you've been warmly greeted.

[eliza_phelp]

Excessively.

And for your sarcasm, I shall now rethink my column. You probably didn't need it anyway, with all those correctional facility stories to run.

[alex_pope]

They're all fascinating, I promise.

[eliza_phelp]

All right. Make you a deal. You let me read some of the more violent ones, I give you my column. Say, Sunday?