BOOST MY EGO

[freedom]

IT NEEDS BOOST

(I am only joking seriously say whatever. If you want to imply I have committed adultery with a kraken, by all means have at it).

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[Uuno]

~ A Rustle of paper flutters into the locker, a blushing face turning redder, before the girl turns on her heels and runs away possibly the fastest that anyone has managed. Confused, the letter is in plain paper, but has a flower as a seal : weird but it works, as you open it. The sharp scent of something metallic hits your nose, and with a tilt, it's noticeable that there are red, and rusty, streaks on the paper, making some words hard to read. It almost gives a bad feeling in the pit of the stomach, but considering it's addressed to you, it's best to read it right? ~


Dearest Rwhat,

I'm afraid I still have the hardest time spelling that. You'd figure after writing it on paper so many times, that I would actually remember the lettering order. But no, derpy brain is derpy, and I should be Derpina. But that's not really the point of this note : this is highly sensitive, and my heart just beats like a drum thinking that you will actually read this. I just hope you can understand exactly what is going through my mind as I commit these words to, ink or pixels. I'm rambling again, I can't help that : I just get so nervous when I think of you, you see. It makes my entire body shake with, well, I don't quite know anymore. It just shakes, and I have goosebumps all over the place : it's like as if a ghost decided to go poke my noggin', but ended up with my spine.

Well, on a more serious track : I still like you. Not sure if that was obvious : this is well drawn out, I admit. But people change, people shift, and people become others : precisely one is never the same, because as people, we constantly shift. One of our crippling attributes? Guilt. Oh, you probably have no idea, but knowing me I probably told you once or twice. The silence is what kills me you see : I'm such an audio tuned person that silence is like a cross to a vampire. I feel almost funnily giddy as I'm posting this with my Yandere account. The funny part of that isn't lost on me.

But no, guilt is a little snake, bitting and knawing : it can never be absolved until the words of forgiveness are spoken to one's self : in less pretty terms, I need to forgive myself. Which probably won't happen any time soon : that might explain why I just want to cry when I see your name, or why my stoamch is unsettled just thinking about things. But that's just the gist of a lot of things, I guess. Back then I wasn't really the best of people : even now, I'm not. I'm messed up and horrible : but maybe you'll find it in yourself to forgive me.

You're my priest atm, darn confession box! But that's me : go with a joke to play off the heaviness. Eeeh, I'm losing track of what I want to say, this damn blush on my cheeks. I'm flushed, and I'm so scared, almost to tears. Liking isn't love but love isn't always the same : assumations are but trouble, so I've learned. In the end, I guess what I'm trying to say is very simple, and very crude, and yet my writer's etiquette prevented me from saying it until now.

And yes, I'm sure we've gone through this more then once, but goddammit, I forget. Stupid air head. Then again.. it's nice to hear the words. Maybe I'll actually hear and understand this time. lol. I doubt that, since I'mma thick headed child : but I guess we knew that, sooner or later. Jeebus. Here, this is what I wanted to say with this entire, blush inducing speech :

I love you and I'm sorry.
Please don't hate me anymore.

With dearest of Love,
~ ReDead [EE]
Ziva [SoS]
Flora [RoT]

PS: On the yandere account. I still can't get over that somehow. Oh the irony.. if only you truly got that.. lol. ;3

PS2: Urp, I seem to be a little too frank. I ramble a lot and metaphor and maybe take things too close, forgive that were needed. I guess I let my artist side give a bit of flair that wasn't needed. Gomen ne.

PS3: It would also behoove any peekers to know that the Boundary is still safe. It would also gratify to know that fiction is awfully heart wrenching when you create your own reality. Based off a true story, you could say : but again, artist flair. Feel free to take out baseball bats and Break the Cutie if needed.

[VANESSA FERRE]

o__o...well, I suppose (not to compare mine to the previous letter redead sent) I shall compose something and not be daunted by the wall of text as seen above.

Dear Freedom,

I forgive you.

Love,

Galahad.

P.S. you seem like a most fun person yourself. Happy V-Day[/color]

[Midna]

Tsk tsk~ I would have thought you'd put up a fight before you committed such an atrocious act. Who goes around committing adultery with the kracken? I mean, I think Davy Jones would have some issues with that, you know... *SHOT'D*

No, seriously, I love you Rwaht. I need to RP with you moar (I am totally sorry I left you hanging with AyaxAlicia! I still has claims to raep her, yes? ;A; ) and all that fun stuff~ You're always a pleasure to talk to - it never ceases to amuse me when you come around to spring life wherever you go. SEY GIVES HER LOVE TO YOU!

Happy Valentine's Day~ ♥

*SUPER SEY HUG*

[Jack Craven]

-hands Rwaht a shot of ego boost- Use with care. Too much ego will make you trip, man. )_)

I don't know you, and you don't know me (that well) but that won't stop me from giving you bro-love. -BROFISTS-

Happy V-Day, mate. =3