The Aspiring Archivist

"Why should you know?"

"This all started with some psycho attacking them. And they decided to fight me, so this is were we are now." His eyes flashed dangerously. "What are you going to do?"

Okay, bread it is. From toughest roll to softest sponge, Bread knows a special place. Its combinations infinite, Its use is commonplace. It is dense in nutrients, As it is formed from grain. If the world were without bread, It wouldn't be the same. So when you eat a sandwich, Or a bun, or garlic bread, Appreciate it for its greatness as I here have said. That wasn't that great. But there you go.

"I didn't. I just defended myself."

It's explain a plot badly, isn't it?

TLM also also:

TAAron Pushed himself up higher and held it, extending his time in the air. He could think faster, but his thoughts were still a mess to sort through. @The Wandering Wizard

TAAron leaped over the attack, legs propelled by pewter.

"He attacked me," Myrto growled.

@The Wandering Wizard

Par quickly stood up as well. Finally.

Okay then.

*hugs* Life can be pretty crazy and exhausting, and it's understandable that you feel this way, and it does not make you a bad person. It sucks to feel like you're being ignored, and it sucks to deal with arguments all the time that you don't want any involvement in. It sounds like your family has a lot of conflict. If you haven't already, I would try opening up about how it's affecting you during a less heated time, and hopefully you can all make an effort to improve. If not, I hope you can find some space and start to feel better soon.

Intentionally confusing. 3/10

I'd be interested.

I kind of want to see those scenes.

Well, I think the title is pretty self-explanatory. I will be writing poems, and putting them here! I can't promise consistency, but I'll do my best to make a random one every once in a while. I'll probably do one for you if you request a topic! I know people usually do this for a post milestone, but I've missed so many of those that it's probably pretty well justified. Whether my normal, more depressing poems go here is TBD. I've been thinking of discontinuing them anyway. This is the first stanza in a thread full of verse. My poetry is both a blessing and curse. They're a blessing because you all seem to like them. But they're also a curse because it's hard to write them.

Did... something happen?

I'm sorry. It bothers me to no end that that kind of thing actually exists and can happen to people. I'm glad you at least don't feel that it's a possibility. I have weird dreams and nightmares pretty often, I think, but there are very few that I actually remember and they often make no sense. Maybe I should start writing them down.