#riddlesinpaint

There’s a dickweed who was involved in Lil’s kidnapping, who is still harassing him, who I want nothing more than to strangle and strip of all life and limb, but other than him?

Every clown I see puts me on edge. I hate it, but you know what! It fucking happens! I’m dealing with it and I’ve gotten over it with trolls like Riddles, who already know why I’m like that and are understanding. He’s not someone I have tension with - it’s pretty much just every other clown. No, I don’t care how badly the church is looked upon, no, it doesn’t matter: It just is. I didn’t choose to be like this. All I ask is to be left the fuck alone.

Speaking of which!! Everyone who tries to preach about the clown church being hated makes me want to stab something! ESPECIALLY when they do it to me!!!

I hate that very specific shade of blue, I cannot look at it without feeling rage and fear and I fucking hate it, it makes it hard for me to find friends in those who wear it, like Sparks, or - worse - are it, because I see it in their eyes and I can’t stop seeing it. Dhanus is such a sweet troll but I can’t stop seeing it, and some days are better than others, but on bad days it’s all I can think about. KZ is so sweet but god, every time, every fucking time I see him my throat clenches up and I can’t do it for long.

And the worst part is, none of those tensions are them. It’s me. It’s all me and I can’t fucking stop it.

I’ve been trying so hard to rein in my anger and it rarely gets the better of me now. I still get annoyed with Eridan, but I let it pass. I get up in arms when people criticize Xanthe, but I have to remember that he’s not in danger anymore, and I let that pass too.