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(Yes, I intend to update this regularly).
5th September, 2013
Dear diary,
They don't like my avatar. I just don't understand... no, they don't understand. They don't understand how I've gazed at those eyes for countless hours for many nights, lost in an asinine trance, my eyes dancing to the calm, blue rhythm my imagination supplied. They were beautiful, and now they're in question. Doubts are germinating daily and the Non-mod Army is growing ever militant to exasperate my bitter plight, diplomacy isn't working any more and they're breaching the counting threads, I have to ponder the resolution. What do they want from me, from us? Why do they seek our endless attention and peril, with their nonsensical ramblings and generic .jpgs?
I feel another bout of madness building in my chest, whose fiery wrath may be unshakable in the days to come. Maybe tomorrow will be different, but today I must bend like the palm tree to the wind.
5th September, 2013
Dear diary,
They don't like my avatar. I just don't understand... no, they don't understand. They don't understand how I've gazed at those eyes for countless hours for many nights, lost in an asinine trance, my eyes dancing to the calm, blue rhythm my imagination supplied. They were beautiful, and now they're in question. Doubts are germinating daily and the Non-mod Army is growing ever militant to exasperate my bitter plight, diplomacy isn't working any more and they're breaching the counting threads, I have to ponder the resolution. What do they want from me, from us? Why do they seek our endless attention and peril, with their nonsensical ramblings and generic .jpgs?
I feel another bout of madness building in my chest, whose fiery wrath may be unshakable in the days to come. Maybe tomorrow will be different, but today I must bend like the palm tree to the wind.
