This is supposed to explain Taretha Rake, one of my chat roleplay characters, so it'll be boring~
[IC]:
Dear Diary,
Yet again, I suppose, my life is a shambles. Hells, I can even probably write poetry about it.
Bored as a steel bar, and
Ten times as grey.
Gosh grim bile gravy,
My life is gay.
Ten times as grey.
Gosh grim bile gravy,
My life is gay.
Well, yeah, I guess the third line's pretty damn senseless, but I need it to fill up that limerick. Or was it couplet? No, wait, a couplet was sort of like...
Letters are stupid,
And so are you!
And so are you!
Oh, come on, you knew that was good. It's not like it has to rhyme. Wait, why am I even treating you as a person?
It's not like you're alive or something. Wait, are you alive?
(A few indentations mark where, apparently, the journal was poked.)
I doubt it. Even if that stupid wizard enchanted it...
Ugh. He was cute, but so friggin' mean! All I wanted was a stupid glass of wine. Who cares about a free glass of wine anyway? Goddamnit. And when I tried sweet-talking him...
Auuuuugh. Never saw a man I couldn't seduce before...
The Nexus isn't supposed to age people, is it? Right? I hope not, 'cause I wanna stay like this forever! Even if the place pisses me off...
Wait a moment. You're actually useful, I'm not yelling at you any more!
... Wait a moment. Are you, like, some sort of voodoo doll that imbibes my sufferings and all that shiz when I'm pissed and then you regurgitate it all when I'm feeling good?
... Well, I suppose if I make it vomit up bad feelings to people I dislike...
Or maybe when I'm done writing in you and I've finished all this paper I can throw you into the ocean or something. Pfft, like that'd work. Ha.
... Well, it would. Wouldn't it?
Aww, dammit, I'm asking a stupid book to help me with this matter? What do I think it'll do, somehow do a J. K. Rowling on me?
... I do miss the internet, though.
Signed,
Taretha Rake.
