(RP:Jinx Hex Curse) ...Fuck.Sam...Why the fuck did you go there, to Battery City?...Gah, don't tell me, I know, I know. But still I question...(RP:Jinx Hex Curse) ...Fuck. by blacknpinktutu
So is this your way of vacationing?
Damn it, Sam, you have a horrible sense in picking locations.
I'm trying to understand you, trying hard with my fucking slow brain...But now, I can't...I'm picturing what you might be doing...Or what they are doing to you...And it's fucking terrible...
If I killed something, maybe it'll help me clear my head.
Fuckin' notes.Those wrinkled, messy things. I severely dislike 'em.Fuckin' notes. by XoXoPartyPoison
Especially when you're out running the Zones, like any other day, except you spy somethin' familiar hanging far off on some kind of post. When you near the post, which is really a battered sign reading "Zone 2", you find that that familiar somethin' is a jacket. Someone's favorite jacket. Never, ever taken off. So you think a search of the worn piece of cloth is necessary.
And we're back to the damn note. Here, lemme read the blurred and blotchy words for you:
"I'm sorry . . . I've burnt out. I can't take (an)ymore heartache. I'd rather be on the pills for . . . (fuck if I can read this part) . . . than on a suicide watc(h) . . . not your fault, Gerard, it's no one's fault. I love you all so much. I didn't wa(nt to) become another Lithium.
I just . . . fuckit. It's myI can't . . .
Keep runnin', tumbleweeds.
Party Poison out.