CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Blurryface's arms were dusted blue with the ink of the pen he'd been writing with, and he sighed softly as he scribbled them down on paper. It wasn't good enough.
Wasn't good enough.
"Fucking hell!" Blurryface yelled, crumpling up his paper and scratching at his arms. It was 11:30. He couldn't stop thinking about what Party Poison said.
He was a horrible person.
blu r
im a horrible person
spooky
that isn't true
blu r
ha
that's funny
spooky
blurryface you aren't a horrible person
blu r
since when did you think that
spooky
a good time now
you still aren't a horrible person.
blu r
i cant wait for that party
spooky
why
blu r
i'll be able to forget
spooky
blurryface are you okay
where's caroline
blu r
shes asleep stupid
see
i called you stupid
i shouldn't have done that
im a bad person
bad
i am such an asshole
spooky
blurry it's late
you should sleep alright
blu r
what if i don't want to wake up
spooky
don't think like that
go to sleep
blu r
i'll see you tomorrow
spooky
you better
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[✓] dangerous sarcasm → spookyface
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