"Forgive me my blindness
Feed me, your highness
Stab me, my shyness
And I'll promise to cry less"
~rellaster.

KIRIBAN
Nope, nothing.

NOT INTERESTING STUFFS
You've noticed, how I have only three (3) kinds of journal entries? Of course you haven't since no one reads this little space here. That doesn't really matter to me, but anyway, on with the originally intended story. So, what was it about again? Oh yes, I have only three kinds of journal entries. You follow? Good.
One of them is of course the valued and dearly loved Quizz. Then there's the "I'm writing this because I want the quizz off my page"-entry. (These two follow each other logically.) And the third, I hear you, my dear imaginary reader, crying, what is the third kind? It is, why of course, the I'M GONNA GO AWAY NOW IF SOMEONE HAPPENS TO BE INTERESTED OKBYE-entry. And now, after allll this ramble, could you muster a wild guess, in which category this entry is?

I'm coming back around next weekend.

FRIENDS
aaaand so on. I'll add more when I see it suitable.

CLUBS


Blood loves you and you and you.
Blood hung herself, now she's gone too.

Parts of me want to scream,
parts of me wish to be freed,
parts of me aren't just what they seem.