So with a steamer the wallpaper is finally pealing

I feel like i missed a convo o_o

Yes your time machine sucks

*Sigh* its because i dont have enough minerals..

dk wants to go back in time and kill off a few people ouo

jii... i want burgers.. or japanese sweets..

You know, I've been wondering: How many people who say this would actually have the willpower to kill someone?

Erm...-offers half of a panini-

Jii... -nibbles on the offered panini half- I'd probably do it depending on the situation.. -sighs and continues to nibble- I miss her, really hope she gets here soon...

Happy v day everyone <3

Hmph...

-curls up in espy's hair after finishing the panini-

Or not sorry..

Im surprised that no one has tried to enter contests other than maro

who knows.. I know I don't have the will.. at least not yet.. o-o, I am more of the type, instead of killing someone else, I'd kill myself

I don't have the courage to sacrifice myself for someone else, so unfortunately for the other person...

I don't think I'm cute.. XD even through tons of people tell me they wish I had my hair or eye color every day.. I'm very harsh on myself..

To be honest? I could more easily kill another person than kill myself.. don't ask how often I have envisioned killing someone, just piss me off enough...

I've dreamed of dying or being chased by people with guns or the intention to kill way too many times. I don't even play FPS games. I have no idea why this happens.

Lots of those dreams involve my friends and people close to me getting hurt...because of me. I don't know if my brain is trying to tell me something. It can be alarming...

I dwell on these dreams a bit too much. The day after a nightmare is often completely occupied by anxiety related to these things...

I've also dreamed of killing people. Not for the sake of killing people or for fun, but for other purposes. It scares me.

Damn Espy.. I thought my dreams were dark and bloody..

Could be stress? And the second part could be guilt.. something happened and your blaming yourself through the deaths of people.. or some other psychological mambo jumbo.. my old college teacher would love to dissect your mind if she had the chance..