A continuation.

[yourantagonist]

I just smashed a small knat into my computer screen and I feel bad about it. I'm also listening to mellow, perhaps depressing, but definately over dramatic songs about... whatever. I know that this doesn't justify me making a livejournal entry, but then again, neither does most of my life. I shouldn't even have one of these things. You could use a

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[euphoricy]

I love this entry. Random thoughts conveyed onto your virtual paper

[yourantagonist]

You murderer. Now some innocent person is stuck in limbo because you destroyed their soul... or something. They'll never fulfill their destiny.

You are a trusted person... I don't think you'll slit my throat.

Your shush, my house is fine. No abnormal stuff here.

I'd love to get lost with you.

... Thank you for the song baby.