Odd Dream.

[nin_sakki]

I lifted up the sleeve of my right arm only to see an intricate cobra tattoo coiled around my bicep, my knuckles and fingers were ink'd with a scale pattern. I was surprised when I saw it, I wasn't displeased at all. I really liked it. You told me it was gorgeous and the world felt perfect. Then I woke up, looked at the ceiling and realized I was

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[masochrist_zero]

Alright, I don't want to have to say this again. Please don't call me or try to regain contact anymore. I don't particularly enjoy silently hanging up on anybody, but I know what will happen if I open my mouth so I prefer to keep it shut, especially when you call me the night before I have to wake up early for my first day of school in three years. I'd rather say this to you here in private. There will be no corresponding between you and I, or you and Jen, ever again. Neither of us have any remote need or want to speak to you anymore, and you should know why. You crossed a line, and there's no going back.

I'm saying this to you because I don't want to see some bullshit entry of, "I tried making things better, but apparently you'd rather choose to be enemies". No. Not going to work. You in all honesty can't expect me to ever want to exchange words with you again, and any attempts to use training as a gateway into conversation are expected and denied. I'm not the asshole. I'm not the instigator. I'm not "fueling a fire" by denying