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[Dec. 22nd, 2007|12:01 am] |
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I'm over it. I've accepted it. Of course I ignored it even after all possible evidence had been presented and thrown in my face. Later I regretted it with uttermost remorse when it hit me suddenly. Now I am simply confused as to if I should be happy he's here or be furious that he's dead.
After all, I’ve only have a little over two weeks to think about it while locking myself up in my flat.
And where the bloody hell is RODOLPHUS? Not that I care but he's mine and I should know where he is. at all times
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[Nov. 29th, 2007|09:05 pm] |
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[Nov. 25th, 2007|07:42 pm] |
Ah, yes, so I have finally been deemed worthy to be gifted with a leather bound companion. I have heard whispered rumors about these contraptions. Hopefully this is truly worth my time—after all, I am so terribly busy sulking, walking around aimlessly, cursing random people, being bored, staring at the ceiling, and pretending to be someone I am not upon a stage.
Maybe I should buy a pet unfortunately they always end up dead or get a hobby that doesn’t involve killing people. I have already deduced that everyone here has already died, including myself. How?.
I am so bored I almost miss Andromeda…or even Sirius. At least arguments are entertaining.
Greetings my fellow idiots who write in journals that magically appear with empty, white pages that just beg to be written upon.
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