ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛs ᴏʟᴅ, ᴅᴏᴇs ɪᴛ? (
sardonically) wrote in
dear_mun2012-12-31 10:57 am
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someone call life alert or something
That's it! That's my girl! You get it now.
After a couple of years and an inevitable emotional meltdown on all accounts.
Just how hard it is even for us poor, fictional souls to sit around in the same environment, doing the same things we always do day in, day out, without it all getting just a little bit uncomfortable for everyone. Finally pushing outside the box! Make it or break it. Find new boundaries. These things hurt, kiddo. We fight with ourselves over change. It's the nature of change. Pushing and shoving until you've become something new; I could go on.
That's good timing, though. Later than expected, but still good, gold star. You tried!
Of course, you really could have just listened to me from the start. "Oh, things will be fine!" you said. "Peachy!", you said. Well. Not everything that comes out of my mouth is... Hm. Gibberish. It's an insult to my and --hopefully, if we can get with the program-- your intelligence, that word.
Consider this your one freebie. After this little distraction, you might find me a little more uncooperative.
Pick up the mess that's been made. Good little girls don't get to go play outside their rooms until they clean up.
After a couple of years and an inevitable emotional meltdown on all accounts.
Just how hard it is even for us poor, fictional souls to sit around in the same environment, doing the same things we always do day in, day out, without it all getting just a little bit uncomfortable for everyone. Finally pushing outside the box! Make it or break it. Find new boundaries. These things hurt, kiddo. We fight with ourselves over change. It's the nature of change. Pushing and shoving until you've become something new; I could go on.
That's good timing, though. Later than expected, but still good, gold star. You tried!
Of course, you really could have just listened to me from the start. "Oh, things will be fine!" you said. "Peachy!", you said. Well. Not everything that comes out of my mouth is... Hm. Gibberish. It's an insult to my and --hopefully, if we can get with the program-- your intelligence, that word.
Consider this your one freebie. After this little distraction, you might find me a little more uncooperative.
Pick up the mess that's been made. Good little girls don't get to go play outside their rooms until they clean up.

Holy shit another 16
        But I'm here
Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
difuhebuqozkmf
ARE YOU SERIOUS? Wow, talk about existential. But, uh. This is kind of par for the course, isn't it? Don't mind Clay-- er. No-- yes-- No, yes. Clay. Kind rubs at a temple. Ow.]
Well, I see I'm making good friends right off.
no subject
[he jabs at his chest with his finger]
I am almost sorry
Starting the series dead
Might've been different if he'd foreseen
To have a Sharpie instead ♪
i'm not /cries
There was a stanza that started rhetoric, I could even say it was quite well done for its discourse!
But, sadly, our old friend Ezio isn't very eclectic-- let's face it, leaving might be his only recourse.
no subject
You must be better at brawls
Maybe you should stick to scrawling
Cryptic things on walls ♪