december

i'm not fucking answering this.

my name is ross. i'm scare d i might have done this. it's all over me, she's all over me i am so scared

there's so m any asks. holy shit. hold on, i'm trying to get to all of you. no, i'm not december. i'm trying to catch my bearings right now but i;ll try to get to all of you

steph?? december??? is that the girl?? was this hers?

what is hhaappening. who was this.

General vibe, and the upcoming Trial.

Tomorrow, maybe. Once I'm not on the road. I'm feeling... something, for sure. Lots spinning around in my head.

Anne Rice and Dazai Osamu.

I guess they are. Maybe the threat of being read to filth scared them off.

You say "Too late to start," with your heart in a headlock. I know you're better than this.

You aren't the star you think you are, do you realize that? I've been watching you all the same, seeing you harass the others. It's pathetic. You're weak; you lack the drive to conjure up anything more insulting than continuous reminders of our mortality, of which we are already plainly aware. We all die, anon. No matter how much edge you display, how much venom you put into your words, you will never have as strong an impact as you wish you did. You are not Him, anon. Get over yourself.