Brooding poet.

[taunted_angel]

How insufferably boring you are. You cease to amaze me with your idle thoughts and fantasies, involving me and Sephiroth. Drop it. I am not interested in him that way. Will you believe me? No. Curse you mundanes and your weak excuse for understanding love and how my heart works. Only the Goddess can truly understand me and the way I think.

Allow me to breathe, as a flower inhales the fresh morning air after sunrise. Take a look at your own life, before delving into others'. Sephiroth is a friend, nothing more. Can you comprehend that?

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[vectorsnake]

Are you not used to it by now? These mundanes, they do as they please with us, push us into fleeting excuses for romances only for their own pleasure. They care nothing for how we feel on the subject of love.

[taunted_angel]

I am not an instrument for others' pleasure. [Nope. Not this pretty boy.]

They should care, as all people should. What is life without a though of care?

[vectorsnake]

[Hey, Medusa's lived a perfectly lovely existence without caring about others! She just doesn't like having the tables turned on her, that's all.]

Humans should do a lot of things. Yet they don't. They prefer spending their time tormenting us.

Tell me, how many memes have you been forced to endure?