Dark Inferno

Its sickening... to come onto a place like this and to read a post that is incredibly insensitive its a fucking joke. Seriously. I am fucking tired of reading shitty replies to a thread that someone has honestly risked the inflictions of others to vent their voice. Its not even funny. If you want to be original, the bittersweet poetry generator has to go. Bittersweet poetry generator suits Njord. Or a much better name would be 'Hyperbolic Oyxmoronic Analytical Hit' generator would be more...

And there conversation was so totally loud that I eavesdropped. God, I hate the phrase "so totally", I had to resist the urge to turn around and slap my forehead with my hand on purpose in their line of vision. Like oh my god, so totally cool. My response: Yawn or (wearily: will someone please kill me now, I got a headache coming on from the emphasis on so totally cool).
Wasn't sure but I think I saw my ex, in culver. I ignored the flying jackass, wasn't bothered. Couldn't see what...

Not a lot. The higher powers wouldn't do anyting, they just made it worse. Tried to tell them or ask them for help, but they got the wrong fricking girl, sooo, she stormed up to me when I was in the bathroom one night and demanded an apology. I refused, because of her attitude and the order. I had to apologise to her for no reason? What the hell?

So, this was still continuing, I knew they were still whispering behind my back. I started avoiding the refectory, means and stuff. Felt...

Douglas Adams, classic quote, pure british humour. He lived where I'm at university, you know. Cambridge, England.
I'm still kinda amazed that I made it into uni... you see, I actually didn't take any GCSEs (british secondary main school exams). Not because I was a "drop out" or a "rebel". No. It all started back in the middle of the last term when I was daydreaming at a pole in the canteen. A fucking pole, that some paranoid little... younger year (year 8, I think,...

Captured your attention, did it?
Yeah, that is intentional, you know.
Didn't get much sleep last night. Woke up feeling terrified by something. Don't remember the dream. I hate that.
Somebody was shouting in my mind. Reminded me of one of the leading enemies at school. Thought I'd got rid of 'em, but it seems they were just biding their time. I really don't want to go back to the unit this time. Six months was enough in there. If it happens tonight, I will cry, as much as...