Hi there, if you're reading this, chances are you're wondering why the fuck this place is empty. The owner of this account has moved onto a different place, so, if you'd like to know where the hell they went, please send a note and/or comment here please. This account gets checked every so often so any comments or notes will get read and replied to.
Mmkay, thanks and bye.

~PikaMeep

EDIT: This one, you know who you are. Since you demand opinions and then conveniently decide to hinder my ability to express it, I’m going to write it right here, in the open, and then probably forget this account for a while.

Firstly, I do wonder what exactly I’m meant to say when you tell me it’s my fault. You’re always saying how apparently I’M the reason you have insomnia/anxiety disorders, and that apparently your friend Hayleigh (apologies if I spelt that wrong) is going to kill herself because of me. And then you expect me to be all happy and sparkles when you pop outta nowhere? First off, how the HELL am I supposed to think that perhaps I’m responsible for the death of someone I don’t even know?

Second, I find it quite peculiar indeed that last year, those “role-play” characters that you made up are “real people” this year. Just no. They’re either real people or they aren’t. And same goes for pierced lips. No such thing as “half-pierced” I’m afraid.

Third and probably last in this rant, I know damn well what’s so important about November 18th. I just have the tact not to bring it up. Yes, I goddamn remembered. Thanks for assuming that I don’t give a shit.

So, rant over. Even though person this ranting edit is directed at won’t read it, at least I goddamn tried. And I’m sick of being attacked in journals. So yeah. I'm done.


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