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[sanura]

Look, I'm leaving tomorrow. You all are not drifting, idiots. Sorry if I'm being tactless, but pain does not do well for politeness, and I don't think you want me to sugar it anyway. It's the end of the semester, not the end of life. Whatever happened to being able to pick up where we left off? Life has not been kind to any of us lately, and I'm not particularly enjoyable to be around at the moment (for the past two weeks), but that doesn't mean we love each other any less. I, sure as death and taxes, am not going to let go of any of you, but hold you in my iron talons until you either shatter into dust too small for me to see, or become drooling vacuous preps. Life is hard. We all know this. We have all survived, more or less. If I haven't died of a broken heart yet, after three in a row for the same reason, then I'm not going to die of a broken heart. If you (pl) can survive school, you can survive summer. I'll be back in about a week, but they're obsessed with computers, so I'll probably post before then.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

I am glad to have your iron talons...
Come over next time you can... and I'll hug you. You need a hug and so do I.

[(Anonymous)]

I forgot to ask you to come over periodically to make sure the people have food. Can you do that? We're leaving in 15 minutes. Thanks.

[(Anonymous)]

The bowls are on the pingpong table and the glass table near the kitchen, and the food bag is on the pingpong table.

[(Anonymous)]

Alright. I'm a little late in getting this... but I'll go over tonight.

[(Anonymous)]

I can't go over till tonight... and I'm worried... honestly, did you have to tell me in your comments? Of all places! I hadn't been checking your journal cuz you were out of town. *bonks her head against wall* I hope they're okay... I hope I can find the food... I hope they're okay... can't go till tonight... *fret fret*

[(Anonymous)]

Alright, if you took them with you I'm going to kill you. They aren't there! None of them. I walked all over the place. Nowhere. So I fretted and worried for nothing. My god! If I see you before I leave for London, I'm going to hug you and hit you over the head. And if it turns out that they were supposed to be there after all, I'll feel really guilty. Good grief. I'm going to go take something for my headache now. Have a good vacation. *grumbles*