Sep 15, 1976 11:41
The days are quickly becoming more and more unbearable. I fear I'm going to have to cut some stress out of my life fairly soon.
[Private: Unlockable to none] Or I could just cut up Avery. That would be nice.[/Private]
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I've bloody lost my mind.
And wait! I'm not speaking to you.
Though technically I'm not speaking to you, I am writing to you ( ... )
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Correction: Bad hand-why am I still writing to her?
I can hold out longer than this! I can, I can!
But...
But maybe if I just tell her it's an ink spill that'll be enough. Maybe I can get away with a 'Vance, my ink spilled, it's tainting your page like you have been tainted by the Dirty-Blood'.
I can't say that.
I can't say anything to her! Ah! Must remember! I can't cave now! Not so quickly!
Even though I sort of… no! No I am not talking to you!
I didn't write anything.
It was a figment of your imagination. It is a figment of your imagination. How do you know I wasn't just drawing with the ink? Making pretty ink spills...
Nooo mustn't ramble! I can't be quippy! It's useless!
Must cross it out!
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