I'm so exhausted, oh my God.

'Kay, I'm here.

| im watching a game playthrough and itss so creepy iao gkngdm

[|Eventually retracting her palm, her hues cloud over with an assemblage of different emotions; she attempts to sort through (Ryan Urie.) >

> them silently but eventually gives up, huffing and folding her arms across her chest.|] Ryan Urie.

| too busy mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm blocking out the haters

I am really, /really/ pissed off.

| i rly want to talk to someone about this

[|Hazy hues glance over at Ryan Urie., her brows furrowing at the sudden gesture but accepting it nevertheless.|] It's dumb, but I kind >

> like the fact that if her death brought anything it brought me here. My Dad, this school. Y'know? Ryan Urie.

We stick together, I guess. Sort of. There's a lot of shit going on but hey, there's decent people. Ryan Urie.

I feel really, /really/ sick.

I just wish it wasn't so fucked up. Life, I mean. Ryan Urie.

Hi, there. ヤミのキオク

I know. But still. Ryan Urie.

How're you? ヤミのキオク

I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck.

Still, like I said-- I'm grateful for where it's gotten me. Ryan Urie.

SATAN GOT US.

Sorry. Ryan Urie.