01-01-2009, 05:05 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-01-2009, 05:06 AM by Frisk E. Coyote.)
Same here, I've only ever cried when I was a child, when my sister split my lip with what seemed to be a roundhouse kick.
Then the first time I had to move and leave everyone I knew and was friends with behind.
The second time it happened, I didn't cry for friends anymore. But I cried when in a fit of bottled rage, I snapped someone's wrist so bad that a splinter of bone jutted out his flesh. I pummeled my bed and it felt great.
I cried when Dexter died. I cried long and hard. I haven't cried since that day.
-Until that one day that Frank and Brandon were fighting and I thought we weren't going to be net-buddies anymore.
And poor Fluffy. Cats tend to get run-over, huh?
Then the first time I had to move and leave everyone I knew and was friends with behind.
The second time it happened, I didn't cry for friends anymore. But I cried when in a fit of bottled rage, I snapped someone's wrist so bad that a splinter of bone jutted out his flesh. I pummeled my bed and it felt great.
I cried when Dexter died. I cried long and hard. I haven't cried since that day.
-Until that one day that Frank and Brandon were fighting and I thought we weren't going to be net-buddies anymore.
And poor Fluffy. Cats tend to get run-over, huh?
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