I'm sorry.
My whole life just went through a whole "Crash and Burn" scene.
No, no.
It's not incredibly serious.
No, no.
I won't tell you.

What? Are you saying "Why won't you tell me?"
None. Of. Your. Beeswax.

My personal life, my personal problems. Got it? Okay, then.
As for everything on my account being..well, gone.
That's personal too.

So no asking "Why are you leaving?", "What Happened?" Or "Why is everything gone?"
Because they all come with the same response:

"Don't ask."

Thank you.
Now I suggest you read my r-tarded poem up there *points up* As I will be leaving.

One more thing:
Do not comment on this entry PLEASE. Message me at the most, but I'll be
leaving soon.

You say I'm faking? Lying?
Well. You. Are. WRONG.

It's not MY choice to leave.
Now read the poem again.

Love you~ Bye!
~Zoe~