Rest In Peace

Warning: The following post contains an emotional roller coaster with death, insults, and cries for help. The last two are mostly directed at Ricky, though. It also seems to contain appearances by Es' and the six-year-old Kira, though they aren't clearly marked and run together. Please keep these warnings in mind and read at your own risk.

So... my bunny, Timothy, died last week, right before we left for Denver. I thought I was doing okay, but now I'm not so sure. The thing is, I don't feel that bad about his death, itself, but my mom gets really emotional about it, and that's what makes me feel really bad about it. Tonight we came home, so she obviously got emotional about it. It, in turn, made me feel bad. Now, though, I can't seem to shake that semi-depressed feeling, even though she isn't as bad now... I dunno... Maybe I'm just tired... It's been a long day of airports and airplanes... It's just... Meh... I don't even know anymore... I just really felt the need to say something...

In related news, Ricky is a jerk who likes sleep and his story better than me. Of course, I'm just feeling selfish and emo and Es'-like right now, so... Ug... So tired... but I don't wanna sleep... I wanna RP with Ricky... Stupid Ricky with his stupid dial-up at his stupid house with his stupid sister and stupid story and stupid bed... Sparky is stupid and unoriginal, too, and I'm not going to let Es' ever go near him... so there...

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I'm sorry... Please don't hate me Ricky... I don't have enough friends as it is... But why did you have to go to sleep? Why couldn't you have forced yourself? I wanted you to help me and you didn't... (Pout) You're not very nice, Ricky Filion! You're just lucky I'm usually good at tollerating you... I wanna RP! I think I need my Bit and Es' plushies... I hope you're all happy in your nice dreamful sleep! (Sigh) I'm tired...