❝     Tell me a funny story.      I haven't laughed since...❞ 

yoU PLAYED CUDDY?? I PLAYED HOUSE FOR LIKE A MONTH OR SOEMTHING

                      (  i͏̫͎̥͎̟̲̰g̠̬̦͉n̟o̺̱͇͈̞r̢̜͎e̤͚̥͡ ̢̠͚̣̟͓  them both          ) 

         & she's already heard the sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs they've told ; ;           all the rumors still stuck between everyone's lips,           of the MURDER HOUSE, as well as it's victims.           they have tours, they have police files & cases.           it's a BASKET CASE'S paradise, or so they say.           isn't it fitting that she'd end up in this hellhole?          there's a truth behind the insanity, & she's aware.                     father cheated,                                         mother cried,                                                           they got away,                    & the lucky daughter got to come along.           how lovely !! she's been acknowledged !!           for the first fucking time this damned month.           one would think there is now joy placed within her,           but there's a sufficient lack of it, oh she assures.

                                                  THE REYNOLDS FAMILY ; ;                                    the new neighbors that moved in a week ago,                                 such a lovely couple, such an interesting daughter.                                                                    ( they're a happy family )                                              ----liar !!                                                      dare to call them happy,                                              may as well deem her charming.                                       facades, facades, facades, lies, lies, lies,                                                           she's sick of them !!                                it's become pathological & her voice aches if she                                even tries to raise it, there will be no cries for help.                                because with suffering,                                                   there is always silence :                                   she'd be a fool to think otherwise, it's inevitable.

       7:23 pm, Friday Night,    Mr. & Mrs. Reynolds have gone out for Italian,    as they always do, some fucking tradition ; ;     evidently, a ' family ' tradition that excludes her,     ( the daughter ) as it always seems to.                            & why----     why the hell isn't she surprised?                            she's used to it by now.       but you've managed to interrupt her thoughts.

          "A'right --,"

i always want to reply to your tate with my tate and then i just stare because how the hell would i even