Bill nodded and sighed. “I reckon we’ll just hav ta keep our pasts a secret. Ain’t no point in lettin’ her know our strife.”
She sighed, but nodded. “Oui, we do. She can’t know. She’ll be so disappointed in us,” Eponine muttered.
In vivid fucking detail. If I’m too embarrassed to post it, you win. But you won’t.
I don’t think I’ll regret this.
But then again maybe I will.
//watching The Challenge with Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen because of reasons
((Do you need someone to talk to? I’m sorry for being angry and scary. But my temper, while hard to break, actually frightens even me.))
((It was just the normal crap I go through…not fitting in and not feeling loved, not a big deal…{okay, it must have been because I started crying, but that’s not the point}
((Yeah, well I might not. Nobody messes with my friends. Ever.))
((Oh no, angry Marcus is scary. You also missed my emotional breakdown))
((They were just mad because he wasn’t you))
((Clearly, I’m reading the hate right now. And I’m getting really, really angry.))
((He handled it really well though))
((He was, don’t worry, although, he seemed to upset some Anons.)
((I’m sorry, what? Did he do something? What happened? Never mind, let me read his posts.))
((They were just mad because he wasn’t you))
