un: gioia. flatmates wanted.

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Name: gwenaëlle wynne-york
Date: 26th.
Format: text.

( afterwards—

she doesn't want to talk about what happened. she doesn't have to, it turns out, because when she's well enough to convince someone she's well enough to go home, there isn't anyone there except putin, distraught, and mercifully looking like someone has been feeding him. she knocks on a few doors to figure out which neighbour to thank and dispassionately catalogues in her mind how they all look at her (mirrorbound; traumatized) when they answer their doors in case some time it matters. )

I have some spare rooms in my house now for people who aren't weird about dogs since it's my house now.

( after the post has stood for a while, an addition is made: )

I'm also in need of someone to bond with or I'm going to end up less house-broken than Putinka. It's supposed to be witches and monsters, isn't it? I don't know anyone to bond with, so if there are witches who'd be interested in rolling the dice, let me know.

Comments

[escardos]

pleaaaseeeee?! don't they say that you have to learn your mistakes before you can fix them? if i dont know what i did wrong, then ill never be able to apologize from the depths of my heart!

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And where do they say I give a fuck?

[escardos]

huh

good point

BUT STILL!!!!!!!!!! come on what made you angry? or could it be that you're just an angry person in general? that probably isnt good for your blood pressure!

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( read at 7:45PM )

[escardos]

:(

pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaseeeeeeeeee

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You're an unpleasant stranger that I don't owe anything, and I don't want to talk to you. I don't want an apology and I don't care if you grow as a person. It's not my business or my problem.

[escardos]

[ oh hm that kind of stung, YOU WOULD THINK HE WOULD STOP THERE— ]

understood! then i am not sorry!

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Okay.