07-11-2018, 02:18 PM
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Ugh, tsunamis ranked at the top of her least favorite weather phenomenon if only because of these terrible living conditions. She hated all of this talking and touching near her; she needed a quiet space to live and thrive, otherwise all this chaos started grinding her gears too much. Not to mention the random people talking to her like they deserved to talk to her just because she got stuck with the rest of these animals for the past hours.
... Alright, so Rosemary's introverted mind started breaking down in the midst of this crowded hell.
Nodding to show she listened to Pincher, she honestly paid little attention to what he said; yes, she got a shoutout and would probably show to the doctor's tryout, but nothing else seemed quite that important to her. At least, not enough to distract her from the annoyance of being packed like sardines with everyone. And the random brushes against her, who the hell did these pirates think they were just barging into her space? Grumbling incoherently to herself, the witch's eyes showed the whites of her eyes as she blankly stared off in the distance as she endured this introverts' hell.
... Alright, so Rosemary's introverted mind started breaking down in the midst of this crowded hell.
Nodding to show she listened to Pincher, she honestly paid little attention to what he said; yes, she got a shoutout and would probably show to the doctor's tryout, but nothing else seemed quite that important to her. At least, not enough to distract her from the annoyance of being packed like sardines with everyone. And the random brushes against her, who the hell did these pirates think they were just barging into her space? Grumbling incoherently to herself, the witch's eyes showed the whites of her eyes as she blankly stared off in the distance as she endured this introverts' hell.
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?