The wristbands hide my failed attempts.

[jumperkid]

 I am very cranky today.

Should you need me, I will be in the Melodramatic Corner writing angsty poetry. Feel free to join me, but be warned: my clothes will be black and my eyeliner will be heavy. 

In conclusion: blaaaaaarrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhh

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[jumperkid.livejournal.com]

Curses! Betrayed by a so-called "friend"!!

I shall have to write an angsty poem about this! AND THEN YOU'LL BE SORRY.

[dramawench.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, my love!! I can't stand to see you like this!

*sobs with eyeliner running down my cheeks*

See the rivers of my pain for your pain?

[jumperkid.livejournal.com]

FINE.

The tears were quite nice actually. I'll take you back. But I'm sure it's just until it happens again. For such is the dark and barren wasteland of my life.

[dramawench.livejournal.com]

I can make more for you. My tears are plentiful - they feed on the angst in my heart. I even cut my bangs for you.

[jumperkid.livejournal.com]

We should keep them in a jar. Your tears, not your bangs. Although that might be good too. We could die them black and red. Your bangs, not your tears.

[bookwench31.livejournal.com]

*goes back and reads this thread*

*drowns in tears of laughter*

[jumperkid.livejournal.com]

DON'T MOCK MY PAIN! For it is deep and real and dark.

Also, why on Earth are you re-reading this?