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29 June 2011, 11:14 PM   #1
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"Anger. I'm very angry right now. Sometimes when I tell myself how I'm feeling, I calm
down. I get angry a lot. I don't know. It's just how I feel. Angry at my coworkers. Angry
at my clients. Angry at my roommate. I'm just... angry at everything."

"Oh," he says, "telling your roommate you're angry at them? That's classy."

I never look at him when I talk to him. For good reason. He's a fat, naked, repulsive
slob. I've made it a rule to never look at him. Then he goes and talks to me... as if
challenging me to look down. After a few seconds, I realize I'm holding my breath. I
slowly let it out... yeah, slowly. Good. Take a few deep breaths. 

"You look like a maniac."

I can feel my feathers raise. My right eye goes dry as it bulges. Calm down. He always
antagonizes you. He just wants to get a rise out of you. Why are people always trying to
get a rise out of me? They're so sneaky about it. They will their every move just to annoy
me.  Like, today, when I inspected her, Lavahana had been chewing her hair off. I mean,
I'm supposed to keep her in check, as the proper experiment she is. My eye bulges again
and I chitter to myself. I can't help it, it's just a habit.

Everyone is always trying to keep a good tiengst down. They claim we're all just a bunch
of animals. Bat wings, snake heads and necks, clawed feet, flabby bodies. Pah! They're the
animals. I swear, I'm the only smart one out there.

I curl my neck to groom my fur. Wait, I've already done that five times today. What to do?
I already finished all my papers. My mouth still tastes like ink, after three pens snapped
when I was holding them and writing. Ugh. I wish I could hold them in hands, but all I
have are these damned wings and this mouth... no. No, what am I saying? I'm perfect. There
is simply nothing you could improve on. Everyone else is wrong. Everyone!

"I hate everyone!"

Even though I'm still not looking in his direction, I can feel Morve's eyes on me as I
slow my breath. Sometimes I like to shout what I'm thinking. It calms me down. I can hear
rustling as he reaches into his bag of potato chips and slowly pulls out a chip, crunching
on it. Crunch. Crunch. Smack. 

A loud crash brings me to my senses. I slowly remove my head from the wall. Sometimes I
hit myself against things to make myself feel better. Sometimes it works. I knocked myself
out once, twice. I remember being flat on the ground at one point, looking up at Morve's
face as I lost consciousness. My last thought was him slowly crunching on another chip.
How long ago was that? Oh... few hours, really. I'm above that now. Only a weakling passes
out when they crash head-first into a wall.

Even if the wall is the wooden wall of a small cupboard. I chitter again.

"You have some issues, Vognas."

I don't need to hear that from you, swine. I say so. Speaking hurts a little, though, and
I can feel a headache pinching at my eyes. I'm angry.

30 June 2011, 12:40 AM   #2
Joined: 16 Jun 2011
Posts: 4
HAHAHAHAHAH~!!!!!!!XD

10 July 2011, 01:44 PM    #3
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Glad you thought it was funny, that was my intention. X)


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