Really, the people of this school never fail to amaze me. Can anybody please explain why some lucky inhabitants were thrown through space and time, only to come out on the other end all screwed up?
I have a hell of an interdimensional hangover. Nobody talk to me.
What's up. Do you guys remember anything? Have either of you talked to Bulba yet?
What do you remember from this past week?
Respond to this, please.
[... And none for Gretchen Weiners Bulba. :'|]
i don't know what to do. i think i'm dying. why would frankie do this to me. i don't want to say this but i don't think i can ever forgive red for what he did to that pokemon. but still i wonder why i even care so much.
i love squirt. but i find myself wondering what it would be like if i picked bulbasaur instead of squirtle. i could have made a better life for him. he wouldn't be like this.
why does imagining frankie on my team feel so right?
i've thrown up 4 times now. every time i do, it comes out black. i don't think that's good.
i can't talk. every time i try it no sound comes out. i've just been lying in bed. i don't want to tell my pokemon or my room mates or the nurse or anyone because things would just be so much easier if i tough it out.
but now i cant feel two of the fingers in my right hand. it's attacking my nervous system maybe? i don't know a lot about poison types.
i'm scared.
why would bulba do this to me