Feb. 10th, 2009

It's like you people spawn by splitting into two. What the hell happened while I was not bored and out of work to do? It's bad enough that they're crowding out the office. Even that weirdo with the freak cat came back. Like that song, only worse.

I swear, it deteriorates every year. Like plagues of locusts, or those tiny annoying fire demons that singe the ends of your hair. What were they called again? Oh, god, like it matters. I'm getting depressed just looking at these journals. I knew I should have refused to have the internet in this place. No wonder all those teenage girls cut their arms and dye their hair. I have inner pain now too.

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Illyana Rasputin

April 2013

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