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〔 ☠ 〕Tʜɪs is where the glass sʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀs

S hards of ɢʟᴀss, a shattered heart. It's all the same, isn't it? Sɪᴄᴋ senses of humor, fantasies ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ to anyone but ourselves. Tɪɢᴇʀs wish to be free from their ᴄᴀɢᴇs. Does that mean it will happen? Nᴏ. Dɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇs are a death wish.

❝Wʜᴇɴ I ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴋɪᴅ I sᴜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴏʀᴋ ᴄʜᴏᴘs ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴀʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴄʜᴏᴘs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ
I ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴘᴏʀᴋ ᴄʜᴏᴘs
ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴄᴜᴛᴇ
ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ sʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ɪᴛ
ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʙɪɢ ᴅᴇᴀʟ.

Oɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ﹐ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ I ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ғᴀᴛ ᴋɪᴅs ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴇsɪɢɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄʟɪᴍʙ ᴛʀᴇᴇs
I ғᴇʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴛʀᴇᴇ
ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴜɪsᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ sɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴅʏ.

I ᴅɪᴅɴ·ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍʏ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ
ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴡᴀs ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ I·ᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ
ғᴏʀ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I sʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ·ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ.

A ғᴇᴡ ᴅᴀʏs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʏᴍ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴜɪsᴇ
ᴀɴᴅ I ɢᴏᴛ sᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄɪᴘᴀʟ·s ᴏғғɪᴄᴇ
ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ I ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sᴍᴀʟʟ ʀᴏᴏᴍ
ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɴɪᴄᴇ ʟᴀᴅʏ
ᴡʜᴏ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴋɪɴᴅs ᴏғ ϙᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs
ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ.

I sᴀᴡ ɴᴏ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴇ
ᴀs ғᴀʀ ᴀs I ᴡᴀs ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴᴇᴅ
ʟɪғᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ
I ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜᴇʀ "ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ I'ᴍ sᴀᴅ
ᴍʏ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢɪᴠᴇs ᴍᴇ ᴋᴀʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴄʜᴏᴘs."

Tʜɪs ʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ғᴜʟʟ sᴄᴀʟᴇ ɪɴᴠᴇsᴛɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
ᴀɴᴅ I ᴡᴀs ʀᴇᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴅᴀʏs
ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀsᴋ ʜᴏᴡ I ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴜɪsᴇs.

Nᴇᴡs ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs sɪʟʟʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ϙᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ sᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ.
Pᴏʀᴋ ᴄʜᴏᴘ.

Tᴏ ᴛʜɪs ᴅᴀʏ
I ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴘᴏʀᴋ ᴄʜᴏᴘs.

I·ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴋɪᴅ
ᴡʜᴏ ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ
sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ
ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀʜʏᴍᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ sᴛɪᴄᴋs ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴏɴᴇs
ᴀs ɪғ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʙᴏɴᴇs
ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇs ᴡᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟʟ
sᴏ ᴡᴇ ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴜᴘ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ
ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ғᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜs
ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ·ᴅ ʙᴇ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ
ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ·ᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ
ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴜs ғᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ
ᴡᴀs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙᴜɪʟᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴜs
ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛᴏᴏʟ sʜᴇᴅ
sᴏ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛsᴛʀɪɴɢs ʙʟᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴜᴇs
ᴀs ᴡᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴏᴜʀsᴇʟᴠᴇs
sᴏ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ғᴇᴇʟ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ
ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛs ʟᴇss ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʙᴏɴᴇ
ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀɴ ɪɴɢʀᴏᴡɴ ʟɪғᴇ
ɪs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴜʀɢᴇᴏɴs ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ·s ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ғᴏʀ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴛᴀsᴛᴀsɪᴢᴇ.

Iᴛ ᴅᴏᴇs.❞

[notyourfriend, supposedly dead.]

This journal has been moved to its alphabetically appropriate folder.

[tired, yikes]

Your journal has been moved back to the appropriate folder. "The"s are not counted when alphabetizing journal threads (and its a general rule of thumb in the English language anyway) and I apologize again for this.