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| 06:45pm 27/03/2003 |
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Amused by lies. You were amused by lies.
And Mike is dead.
And you are "grief-stricken".
You think you have it bad.
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| 07:41pm 27/03/2003 |
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"7:21p
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*blinks* *read Chloe's blurty* Mmm...all lies. The whole time it was a lie.
Its hard to believe but if I put the pieces together it makes sence.
But then again, it may be another lie to cover up the other...who knows. >.o;
I'm sad, pissed, hurt, and totally confused. I wish this was a nightmare I can just wake up from... "
That's what I'm still thinking, Tina. I keep thinking Mike's gonna come online any second and say, "Hello! It was just some sick joke. My little brother got ahold of my computer and made up this stupid story. I'm sorry!" |
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| Well, this cheers me up. |
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| 08:20pm 27/03/2003 |
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My favorite typo. By Nathan, of course.
"Thursday, March 27th, 2003
8:09 pm
o_O....
Okay, this thing is deciding to be a hotbitch =D So it's gonna look all gay =D"
LMAO "hotbitch" XD
Aww... He fixed it! That hotbitch... >.- |
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| Whatever. |
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| 10:12pm 27/03/2003 |
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Is there anything to say?
No. It's over.
It's ALL over.
No more lies.
Never.
Don't you feel like a stupid little kid who believes in the tooth fairy?
He never existed.
He wasn't real.
When you RP, don't you feel like you ARE the person you're RPing, but you AREN'T?
He was nothing but a dream.
A dream is never tangible unless you achieve it.
And that dream was impossible to achieve.
It's only a small amount of time until you realize the tooth fairy never did exist.
And that magic is bullshit, and there's always someone behind the table putting the bunny in the magician's hat.
You can't be sure of anything anymore.
Why was it that only you were supposed to know the truth?
I don't know.
I just want the world to see that he was a fraud. I'm so angry at him.
And if the people want the truth they'll see it.
But if people want to believe he was real, they don't need to know he was a fake.
Mike wanted to be someone else.
So we'll mourn the death of his dream.
We mourn nothing.
You mourn a lie.
I may mourn a lie.
But I loved it.
You loved a lie.
I loved a lie.
Putting yourself in a worse position than Mike was ever in.
Yeah.
Everyone believed in Santa Claus.
And I just fell in love with mine.
And what does that leave you with?
A broken heart and a chimney filled with nothing but ash.
Who did you love, Mike or Cid?
Neither.
I loved their dream.
You loved nothing.
Technically, yes.
A dream isn't tangible.
But it stays with you. |
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