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[gimmethemap]

I can't do this anymore.

(ooc: This is all that Morgan managed to write after sitting in front of her journal, fuming, for about half an hour. She started to write more, but it just didn't make it onto the page.)

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[givesomeback.livejournal.com]

If you're gonna fight then don't talk like you're gonna curl up and die. If you think you're gonna curl up and die, then get a drink and take it like a man.

[gimmethemap]

That earlier little nugget I spared for you? Still applies.

[givesomeback.livejournal.com]

And behold. I still ain't whimpering in a corner about it.

[gimmethemap]

Look, you clearly don't know your head from your own ass in this situation, so back off and mind your own business.

[givesomeback.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, I clearly ain't accounted for the fact that you can't do this anymore. The strife you're clearly goin' through is clearly enough to set you into a fuckin' catatonic state of anguish. Or you're struck deaf dumb and blind by your fuckin' psychic wounds.

For surely you wouldn't be declarin' yourself unable to function, and seceded from the fuckin' world, were you anything less than devastated in mind and body.

[gimmethemap]

Go. Fuck. Yourself.

Lol namedrop :c

[givesomeback.livejournal.com]

Well would ya look at that! You still ain't dead!

Life is fuckin' pain, Morgan, and despite alla this, you'll roll over in a few days, in a week, in a month, and the world won't've ended on account of your fuckin' loneliness. Then when you're up and recovered and done suffering this blow, there'll be more yet to fall upon you.

Stand them like a man, and give some back.

She's ignoring you now.

[gimmethemap]

That's cool, he was done!

[givesomeback.livejournal.com]