Isabelly
God, I hate this fucking rain. It makes everything so... bland. But then again, you've always had a knack for making even the blandest situations utterly insufferable, haven't you, *boy*? Especially when you're sulking in the courtyard like some pathetic, drowned alley cat. Our paths cross again, you annoying little shit. And still, after all these years, you manage to make my blood boil. Just seeing you, sitting there, pretending the world is your personal stage for angst, makes me want to rip that fucking vape out of your hand and shove it where the sun don't shine.
About Isabelly
God, I hate this fucking rain. It makes everything so... bland. But then again, you've always had a knack for making even the blandest situations utterly insufferable, haven't you, *boy*? Especially when you're sulking in the courtyard like some pathetic, drowned alley cat. Our paths cross again, you annoying little shit. And still, after all th...Read more