deviiilsrejects
"Don't you get it?!anything with you. You are a sad excuse for a friend and I don't need you-"

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deviiilsrejects
"Don't you get it?!anything with you. You are a sad excuse for a friend and I don't need you-"
lithespecter
HE TRIES TO remain clam as he sits before her. The boy knows he's messed up, but he doesn't know how to fix it. "Look, I realize you don't wanna' talk to me..."
criticismsfinest
"Do you think I'm i n s a n e ?" It was a trick question. There was no way she could get it correct. If she said 'yes', he'd be insulted. However, if the girl said 'no', she'd be lying.
fakexfortune
"You know what I don't understand? The entire concept of this fucking house. Was it meant to be some type of hell? Because they've pretty much nailed it. The people I have to spend everyday with-" He exhales, his hand resting at his forehead in a pitiful attempt to regain some sense of comfort. "If I wasn't already dead..."
thrillicnaires
THE POOR BOY was drunk off his ass. He hadn't been able to deal with his mother and of course he'd chosen to drown his sorrows in a bottle of Jack. Tossing the glass over the edge of the roof, he watches as it shatters on the driveway below. Why was he seated on the roof? Who the hell knows. "I hate this. I hate everything-" Tate muses. "We should just...leave."
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witchapediia
"Would you just shut the fuck up? Nothing you're saying is making any of this bullshit any better. In fact, you're kind of making it worse."
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foreffy
The boy growls, his voice deep and irritated. “Would you just l e a v e? I am so sick of your bullshit—”
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odeathodeath
Shaking his head, he smirks. "Are you c r a z y?" They obviously were to some extent. Why else would they be talking to a homicidal maniac?