My Krazy Kandies

Laugh Maker

When I hear the knock at my door, I jump. I can’t help it; more tears come spilling out of my eyes, drowning the floor beneath me. I couldn’t bring myself to open the door with such a face, but even so, something compels me…
“What do you want? Who is it?”
“It’s not that great of a name, but someone has called me ‘Laugh Maker.’ I’ve brought you a smile. Its cold so let me in.”
“Laugh Maker? This isn’t a joke! I don’t remember calling someone like that. Don’t mind me here, just go away, I can’t cry with you there!” I start shouting, and my fists slam against the door angrily. The bruises from earlier are burning.
I thought you had left; a long silence had begun, and I felt like I was alone. I heard another knock and screamed at the floor more than you.
“Didn’t I say for you to disappear!?”
“You’re the first person to tell me that in my life… I’m really sad now. What should I do? I think I’m going to cry…”
Laugh Maker? This isn’t a joke! It can’t be helped if you cry! I’m the one who wants to cry! I don’t remember calling someone like you! The voices of two people, far away and yet so close. I can hear the stifled sobs on the other side of the door, and start to bawl even harder.
Our backs against each other with a door in-between us, crying voices mixed with hiccups. Completely tired out, crying voices, hugging our knees to our chests, backs against each other.
“Do you still intend to make me laugh? Laugh Maker.”
“It’s the only thing I live for. If I don’t make you laugh, I can’t go home.”
I thought maybe I can let you in, but the door is stuck from the ice from our tears.
“Push the door from you’re side; it’s already unlocked.” Say un, or sun, or something like that so that I know you heard.
What’s wrong? Hey, it can’t be…
Laugh Maker! This isn’t a joke! Now you leave me behind by myself! You disappeared without minding me, you betrayed me the instant I believed you! Laugh Maker, this isn’t a joke…
A crashing sound of a window breaking catches my attention, and I turn my head to face her, my littler baby sister. Holding an iron pipe and smiling through tears.
“I brought you a smile.” You brought out a small mirror, and held it up before my face.
“Your crying face can smile, too.”
Amazingly, indeed, I smiled.

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If you couldn’t guess, I’m the Laugh Maker, and Gina is the crying one. Hurrhurr. Anyway, the original song is called “Laugh Maker” by “Bump of Chicken”. It can be found in my music folder. Personally, I’m in love with it!

Some Pictures That I Mutilated

I had a good old time in CompuPic Pro last night, and I felt like sharing. You should look and be amazed.

Nightvision:

Ghastly:

Old Photo:

Pretty neat, right? Well, I thought so anyway. I enjoyed making these, and you can probably find more pics like this if you look in my Icons folder or my Other folder, which are both in my Pictures Folder, under Backup. Well, that’s it for tonight, folks. By the way, I’m gonna be sick tomorrow… just thought I should tell you!

WANT

I am feeling a little bratty right now. I WANT THESE BOOKS!

This one

And this one

By the way, I thought I should just let everyone know; I fucking HATE WordPress. It lags like a BITCH, and my shitty computer can barely handle it, P4 or not. I hate this stupid thing; they shouldn’t have updated it and made it all flashy and cool. Well, not flashy, but you know what I mean. Whatever; I hate this stupid thing. I’m gonna kill it.

That Was Unprofessional

“So, Amy, what kind of thoughts did you have when you were… attacking this boy?”

“I was thinking… he looked like that guy who raped me when I was younger… He tied me up and hurt me… I wanted to kill him.”

“Haha! Oh, I’m sorry. That was unprofessional of me. Continue.”

“… You know, I don’t think I should be seeing you anymore.”

“Really? Why do you think that?”

“You don’t take me seriously, sir.”

“Why would you imagine that I didn’t take you seriously?”

“You just laughed at me!”

“No, that was because I thought it was funny. Not because I wasn’t taking you seriously.”

“Oh… Well, I still think…”

“Anyway, you were saying about this man who attacked you when you were younger…”

“Um… I… I have to go. Goodbye…”

“Okay, see ya’ later, Amy! Have fun.”

“What do you mean by that?!”

“I don’t know… I was just assuming that you would notice that the boy outside my office waiting for me is the same one you mauled the other day. I was hoping you’d enjoy beating the crap out of him again.”

“I am never coming back here again!”

“Okay then. Bye.”

“Goodbye!”

*End*

Shut the FUCK UP ALREADY!!!

I am sick and tired of listening to you whine abut how much you love me and how badly you don’t want to lose me. I don’t know if you are talking from the bottom of your heart, or if you’re just being annoying, but I am absolutely FED UP with listening to your whining!
I’ve told you a dozen times that I broke up with you because I wasn’t in love with you, so why don’t you just give it a rest?! You are not dying! You are seventeen years old, and you have a whole entire LIFE ahead of you, so stop being so hung over about one freakin’ girl!
I knew that breaking up would be difficult, but you aren’t making it any easier. I’m about ready to either slit my own throat or beat the shit out of you!
You said that you don’t want to lose me, but if that’s true then you are going about this the entirely WRONG WAY. You are going to end up making me HATE you if you don’t stop with crying. You are supposed to be a man, not a freakin’ crybaby! I’m just a girl! There are billions of other’s in the world, so sit tight and WAIT for the right one to show up!
I don’t love you anymore! I only did for a couple of weeks, maybe months, okay!? It wasn’t “meant to be” and it wasn’t “true love!” It was just a crush! You are only 17, you shouldn’t even be trying to make those kinds of long-term relationships at your age! You didn’t really think that we would last forever, did you?
You are starting to piss me off, David, and I am not even kidding when I say that I am more than willing to shut you out. I don’t want to have to do that, but if you don’t stop, then I will have to. I’m already feeling like the biggest jerk ever: you don’t need to help!

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I’m a little bit frustrated with him. Just a little.