→ 002; [voice]

[trashed]

[Guess who's actually doing a network post on his own free will, for once? That's right. This kid. But ever since he'd come back from his kidnapping, he'd been feeling a little bit...off. It wasn't something he could really place, though. Not yet.

He needed a distraction. One that isn't trying to pick a physical fight with people because that never seemed to end well here. If he's already not feeling on the top of his game it's going to end even worse than usual.]

What's the point of friendships?

[There's a bit of a pause, before he tacks on:]

Don't give me that warm and fuzzy stuff, either. I don't want to hear it.

[Well, that was short and sweet enough. He's just. Going to end it here.]

Comments

[wannabolt]

You do realize that we wouldn't be having this conversation if you were nothing, right? And of course it's gonna feel empty with that outlook. Kinda like a self-fulfilling prophecy.

[Pff. Is this guy trying to make everyone depressed? Well, she's not gonna fall for it.]

Life's not gonna hand you happiness on a silver platter-- that's why you gotta make things better.

[Heck, if anything, the Grand Galloping Gala proved that dreams don't just happen. You gotta make 'em a reality.]

[trashed]

[Nah, it's just how he is.]

Maybe, if I saw a point to it. At one point or another, we'll all leave here. What's the point in changing, then?

[Not that he has anything to go back to anyway ha.]