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4 days ago
Current You could go to ask someone for a bucket of hot water and end up calling their mother a flaming bitch instead? I am, unfortunately, speaking from experience.
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16 days ago
Update on the new job: I've had sushi for dinner 10 out of the last 13 nights I have worked. This shit is glorious.
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20 days ago
Mods are working on the bot problem. I'm on a double today at work, so haven't been able to keep as much of an eye on things a I would like.
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3 mos ago
The roleplay is in you. You are the roleplay. Be the roleplay you wish to see.
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3 mos ago
Sorry guys, I forgot to lock the gate last night.
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Haley ★ 26 ★ Taurus ★ EST ★ Casual Level Group Writer


Welcome fellow writer. I go by many names, but you can call me Haley or pretty much anything else. I stick to causal level groups here on the forum. I have a soft spot for thunderstorms, dark humor, strong coffee, animals, pretty words, feminine rage, mythologies, and all things that go 'bump' in the night. I've lived in the same small southern Appalachian town my whole life, and aim to travel one day. I'm open to the occasional random conversation, but please do not message me asking to write one-on-one; it's simply not something I do these days.

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Okay, so, irony time.

As some of you know, I joke about death. A lot.

But, in reality, I'm quiet scared of death. Not really death itself, but what comes afterward.

Is there an afterlife? Heave? Hell? Reincarnation?

Guess there's only one way to find out.
I'm an idiot.
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I'm trying something new.

Not skydiving, or a new cuisine.

No.

As many of you know, I have trouble sleeping. For the longest time, I've laid and stared at the ceiling with a thousand thoughts running through my head, or distracted myself with social media until I finally pass out.

I haven't had the inspiration to write anything in a while, and what I have wrote has been forced.

So tonight, I opened up a google doc, and I just wrote whatever came to mind.

Here's to seeing how this works out.
You ask all of these questions, and you demand answers.

Answers you deserve, and answers I do not have.

Answers to questions the no one else has ever cared to ask.

You stand there, with your angry expression and your pleading eyes - yet I cannot answer.

I try to force the words to come out, my lips to make the movements - but still, no sound comes from my mouth.

So there we sit, staring at each other, in some sort of stand off.

It’s not that I don’t want to answer. It’s that your questions expose me. Leave me vulnerable, and unsheltered. The truth is, you understand me better than I have ever understood myself.

You ask again, and I become frustrated as the angry tears pool in my eyes.

I sit there, staring at you, silently begging for this to end with a lump in my throat.

It seems that I’ve choked again, darling.
The artists/bands that I have been listening to more than most lately are:
    -Cyn - a gorgeous woman with a gorgeous voice.
    -Au/Ra - this girl is like 15? 16? and has major talent.
    -Halsey - because Halsey. Also, she's supposed to be releasing a new song on the seventeenth, so I'm excited for that.
    -N i g h t s
    -Missio
    -Stand Atlantic

I can drink my coffee in which way. Black. Cream. Sugar. Both.

Iced. Cold Brew.

Not instant.

Instant is the devil.
I'm agnostic.
I've been MIA from this thread, so here, have a few facts.

-I recently cut my own hair and dyed it black.
-I love thunderstorms.
-I've only ever been in two long term relation ships. One of them was long distance. I've only been in four relationships total. One lasted a week, the other three hours. No joke.
-I've only ever been to one concert. It was Warped Tour, Charlotte, 2018.
-The most expensive thing I've ever bought was my car that I currently own. I paid for $1500 cash. It's a gray '05 civic.
-The heartbeat bill can go to hell.
-I'm writing this post at midnight.
-I'm officially nineteen.
Oliver didn't care for assemblies, much less mandatory ones. Here he sat, however, listening to Mrs. Chamberlain drone on and on. He hadn't done anything wrong at Homecoming, so why should he be subjected to this. Something told the young man that quiet a few other people in the room agreed with that statement. He watched in silence as the Homecoming King and Queen was announced. Julie - always a sweet heart - deserved the title. The only reason Santiago won was because he was popular among the drug heads - and there were a lot of drug heads. Sort of like how the boomers elected Trump, if you will, he thought. He followed Santiagos gaze and spotted the woman who was giving him the middle finger. Wait. Was that.. it was! Astoria. Talk about perfect timing.

Turning his attention back to the stage, Oliver nearly fell asleep during the speech on drunk driving. The one about sex ed, however, raised his attention. Well, his anger level, really. Abstinence is the only choice? No condom talk? No birth control? Don't even talk to me about how they only used hetero scenarios. This place is a shit show.

Thankful that the torture was over, Oliver looked forward to lunch as he exited the auditorium.

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