I C A N ' T T H I N K H E R E

Don't bother.  The server is already killed. Please leave me alone. Please. I beg of you. When you break me, I hurt. I'm tired of being hurt. Leave. You've done enough. I'm done. Are you tired of me yet? I'm sick. Leave. While I cut my hair.

Thanks for making me have a great life in Royal Rampage. I love you. I miss you. Please don't leave me here...

"Often I am upset
That I cannot fall in love
But I guess
This avoids the stress of falling out of it

Are you tired of me yet?
I'm a little sick right now
But I swear
When I'm ready I will fly us out of here

I'll cut my hair
To make you stare
I'll hide my chest
And I'll figure out a way to get us out of here.

Turn off your porcelain face
I can't really think right now in this place
There's too many colors
Enough to drive all of us insane

Are you dead?
Sometimes I think I'm dead
Cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head
But I don't wanna fall asleep just yet

My eyes went dark
I don't know where
My pupils are
But I'll figure out a way to get us out of here

Get a load if this monster
He doesn't know how to communicate
His mind is in a different place
Will everybody please give him a little bit of space?

Get a load of this trainwreck
His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet
But little do we know the stars welcome him up there with open arms

Time is
Slowly
Tracing his face
But strangely he feels at home in this place. 

He doesn't feel at home in this place."

   -CaveTown (& Mounika.) [This Is Home by CaveTown lyrics]

Jay & Dan, If you're reading... Don't worry about me. You won't have to. I'll be gone. It's not just Royal Rampage, but rumors and my sexuality, and life in general. I've lost the majority of my friends for something I didn't do and I'm sick of it. (Rampage and at School.) I bet you've heard the rumors about me, huh? Haha. Jay, I love you. Dan, thanks for being there for me.

I love you all. I'll figure out a way to get us out of here.
  Thanks...

   -Rhyson (Kioshi)

(P.S, I'm going to be okay I think. I might break down and maybe the worst will happen. Who Know's? Just know that I may be okay if things turn out okay. Please talk to me...)


DAY 2
       I'm just going to pour my feelings out. I'm tired of hiding this. Please try to talk to me. I'm avoiding everyone and I don't want to but I'm used to bottling up my feelings and hiding them from everyone. I'm tired. I'm sick. I'm... Sad. (More than sad. But, Ya'know.) I can't do this, guys. I need some support. Too many people. Too many feelings. (My stupid heart, loving people and stuff.) 

       Please, I can't do this alone. I need help. I can't talk about this stuff at school. My parents are, well, homophobic. Please. I may try to avoid you but I promise it's just my instincts. I still read the messages but I block them from my true feelings.  I guess you're tired of reading this. I'm just going to vent now.

    I don't feel very well... I need more prescriptions probably. I just can't get over this. 17 Sucks.
I'm tired of being screamed at for something I didn't do.  I didn't do anything wrong. That's what I keep telling myself. I did nothing wrong. It hurts more to say that even though it's the truth. Am I the bad guy? I don't know anymore,,, Please,,,,,,,,, Don't leave me here. I don't want to leave. I don't want to die. I want to feel happy. I don't want 

                                                                     Goodbye. 
                                                             Ne me manque pas.