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AUUUGH! Completely forgot about this awesome fancharacter made by .Raz. [[now known as Numb]]
[[...I have fancharacters.... o_________o]]
THIS IS AWESOME.
It's been several weeks... months maybe?
I just can't... focus anymore.
It feels like... some sort of a blur. People, friends, the way people talk to me, look at me...
It's like everything is dragging itself through honey. And here I am, perched on the edge of a cliff. I'm holding my breath. I'm standing on a sheet of glass, waiting for everything to just start going chaotic all at once.
I'm waiting for something to happen. Holding my eyes wide open, I know something's going to try and make me blink.
People, they're all around me.
They're in the backgrounds, their voices a great big mumble. A blur of colors, and I just can't stand them. Their voices all blend together in bright and pale pastels. There's the greens and blues, and pinks and disgusting yellows. The constantly make noise noise noise.
And here I am, trapped in this room with them all as I wait for something to happen.
Ever since all of that, I just can't keep my mind off of it.
I just keep waiting.
I just keep staring. Any moment now.
Any moment now...
They try and keep my mind sharp, but I can't handle it! I keep imaging myself breaking open the window.
That little part of me, the part that screamed and shattered, the part of me that was angry, and terrifying wants to do it.
Its like some sort of a thing that I keep at bay.
I have to keep it fought off, or it'll take me. It's that part of a person that snatches a whole cake placed in front of them. The part of you that slams a door shut when you're angry, the part that says everything you know you shouldn't say.
Then, deeper inside that, is something else.
It's like a worm.
It's ugly, disgusting, its got little hooks and veiny roots that keep trying to spread out.
It pulses and throbs. It's scarred, and clinging to life.
But I can't push it away.
It's the head of a tick that you dig out of your skin.
It's the final little barb in a fishook that broke off in your skin.
Then it burrowed its way deep inside. It wants to grow.
They think I'm just moping.
They don't have to deal with what I have to deal with.
None of the others do either.
Right now though, I'm stuck in a stupid desk.
Why won't something happen already?
I'm going to burst if nothing does.