Who Would Miss Me?
ScrewedThere are a few things going on, mostly inside of my own head, but I’ve been avoiding my computer for days now anyway. I can’t write, and I don’t feel much like playing video games by myself. Truth be told, the Xbox isn’t even in my room right now, it’s at a friend’s house. I don’t even want to be in my room, and for the most part I’ve succeeded in avoiding this place outside of sleeping and changing clothes, but even then I’m bummed to be here.
I don’t want to be melodramatic or anything, I just want to let everyone know that the chances of me answering my mail any time soon are slim, so if you absolutely have to talk to me, you’re probably out of luck.
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"You told me you loved me. And I kind of believed that. But these days who knows what it means."
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"You told me you loved me. And I kind of believed that. But these days who knows what it means."
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"You told me you loved me. And I kind of believed that. But these days who knows what it means."
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"You told me you loved me. And I kind of believed that. But these days who knows what it means."
Also, the actress's name is Felicia Day.
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It has become appallingly obvious that our technology has exceeded our humanity.
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"You told me you loved me. And I kind of believed that. But these days who knows what it means."
Also your comment section is totally random!! XD
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They cake was a freaking lie, I got ninja'd old school, spies are pretending to be my Heavy buddies, I've been spending the last month walking down the D.C. ruins of the Capital Wastes, and I'm like fucking Eddie Van Halen when I hold the plastic axe.
When I actually starting writing it, however, Dr. Cyborg became a crazy medical doctor as opposed to a mad scientist. You can find all of those stories here: ([link]).
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It has become appallingly obvious that our technology has exceeded our humanity.
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They cake was a freaking lie, I got ninja'd old school, spies are pretending to be my Heavy buddies, I've been spending the last month walking down the D.C. ruins of the Capital Wastes, and I'm like fucking Eddie Van Halen when I hold the plastic axe.
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