You’re leaving me with these cretins?
Anyway…. I had some wonderful times here! These 6-7 months were great! I’m so glad I met you lovely people and reconnected with some of you from Arcanum, but role playing isn’t really fun when things are constantly feeling ignored. It’s a little frustrating so it only makes sense to go.
Goodbye Walt, hello Fashion Institute of Technology and a new internship. Life is working out perfectly.
Again, we’re on the samelevel, Scarlett. If I’m trash, you’re trash and we both know neither of us is trash, right? The story of my life is actually very different from that. You should keep up with the news. You claim you don’t care, but you keep going on and on and on. It’s quite annoying, you should stop.
Ha, I don’t know about observing, but I do know about laughing at your pathetic personality. You act like you’re still the same spoiled 9-year-old girl whose favorite toy has been lost… Which is the story of your life, according to my sources. Sorry to hear about your breakup. That must be a huge bummer for you.
You can stop replying now, Scar.
You’re even more delusional than I thought if you actually think you’re anywhere near my level. You are manifested with arrogance and no one likes an oblivious one, the need to feel like an object of lust to women. You may be confident, but the rest of your poor qualities will never reach mine. Power, being cold, and having the entire population fear and respect you- is what keeps you on top. I have no interest in your life therefore keeping up with the news would be redundant. I will never give you the satisfaction of controlling when the hazing stops. I always win, I thought you knew that already considering you always lose against me.
Have you stared at your reflection lately? And you act like every woman would admire such a disgusting excuse of a personality. If you’re going to make such assumptions the least you could do is be a little more accurate- and if I need to point out it sounds like you’re trying to pass my words as yours. Nothing in my life is lost because people don’t tell me who I am, I tell them. Did you honestly think that would have an effect on me? I don’t need anyone in my life who doesn’t want to be there.
I understand it quite well, I just prefer to ignore it. Good, because it’s about to time for you to learn you can’t insult me either, baby. Do I really look like the kind of guy who cares if you grandmother approves or not of you? Please, keep me out of your family drama. Of course I remember! It was a very memorable occasion. I also remember your father telling you that wasn’t lady-like behavior and that’d you be grounded for a week. How did that go for you, anyway? Wait, don’t answer. I just remembered I don’t give a fuck.
Tanning would make you look healthy. You’re very welcome. Hugs and kisses, darling.
Yes, as evidenced by your “ignoring.” In case it’s escaped your incredibly small attention span, insulting you would be a waste of my time. I would prefer it if I didn’t associate myself with the trash of New York. Maybe you can take your own advice and realize I couldn’t give a single damn about what you have to say. God, your existence if starting to get on my nerves again. Story of your life, isn’t it? Observing those who will always be better than you.
A new personality might make you appear less repulsive. You disgust me. Keep your hugs and kisses to yourself. Now if you claim you don’t give a “fuck” then you would stop trying to keep this, now redundant, conversation from continuing. Don’t feel the need to reply to something that’s over.