It's not me, it's you.

Yeah. You read it right. It's you. I'm tired of it all. So that's it -- we're through. I'm moving on, and I'm trying to pick up the pieces of my life and put them back together from the mess you left me in. I thought I could make you happy, but all I really did was make us both suffer.

It's better for us, this way.

But I still blame you.

;)

See you 'round?

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Ahm.

So. I'm writing again? So fitful. So terribly fitful.

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Nyar.

I have this music because I bought an album of 50 songs from the 1920s for background music for my 1920s campaign.

I never actually intentionally listened to it until just now. Huh, that's a pretty good piece of music.

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Rain. NOW!

Please?

;_;

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