09-19-2020, 09:00 PM
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THERE’S VACANCY IN EVERY NIGHTMARE
Meetings meant people, lots of people. Rosemary'd previously avoided attending them for this reason, and she was tempted to hide in the lighthouse again. It was her usual "oh shit people are gathering? better go hide then" spot.
The ocelot sighed and sat on the outskirts, trying to avoid the main cluster of animals.
[sub][W]isker[/sub]The ocelot sighed and sat on the outskirts, trying to avoid the main cluster of animals.
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?