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Those roleplays that took days to write just a single post.
Where the length of one post is longer then a college freshman essay.
Where you wait in anticipation for days.
When the other player has to email you their response because notebooks take too long to ship.
The roleplays where I’m either a villain or a prince.
Where I am legally allowed to fuck shit up.
Yep.
I miss that.
Best used when:
When someone tells me that they love me AND are in love with me, I panic.
Possibly run.
Being proposed to?
A ratehr terrifying thought.
Anything lifelong that involves another person, scares me.
This, coming from the girl who wants to get married and have kids.
To the point where I can be a huge douche.
Or cocky.
A prime example: Smoking.
“Did you know that cigarettes contain this, this, and this?”
“Did you know that this many people died from smoking?”
“Did you that smoking does this and this to this organ?”
Seriously.
I took multiple health classes.
I’ve lost someone to lung cancer.
Yet I still smoke.
So tell me something I do not know.
I disapprove of this game.
I GREATLY DISAPPROVE.
I’m returning to my old ways.
The way I always get as the school year ends.
I speak to people less.
I push people away.
Give them a reason to no longer to speak to me.
I become bitchier.
Rude.
Disrespectful of one’s views.
All in all, I eventually become a terrible person to be around.
So, consider this a warning.
This is my 4,000th post.
I feel strangely alright with this.
I’m a fucking attention whore.
Two days of ignoring me?
That’s chill.
More then that, I get pissy.
Bitchy.
I WILL BE IN A RAGE!
Especially when the nails are hitting wood, or some other hard surface.
Especially when each taps rings through your ears.
Only because I need money for albums.
Any takers?