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//.introduction.//

Either you went here for the blog post "Masci is gone?" or you just wanted to be here.
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PEACE OUT.

Confession Sessions.

//.confession.sessions.//

Many things happened. Apparently, I'm happy enough as it is. I mean, all this love and stuff. The most memorable love day for LAVOISIER. One break up, one official and one confession.

Let's name the girl and guy at the breakup as Mr. and Ms. Heartbreaker. Then at the official, call them Mr. and Ms. Nightingale. AT the confession, Mr. and Ms. Edison.

Mr. and Ms. Heartbreaker lasted for 3 months. Some parental problems broke them up. Which is devastating since they love each other. Mr. Heartbreaker doesn't know what to do. He wants to help Ms. Heartbreaker so much. I've been counseling him for a while, in YM and texts. I can't tell him what to do, but I'm pretty sure he knows what to do, by now.

Mr. and Ms. Nightingale is a pair of both stupid and blind people who fell on the ditch. Or the sewer. XD They failed to realize their feelings until Mr. Heartbreaker made Ms. Nightingale confess that he likes Mr. Nightingale via text. And Ms. Nightingale has been downing herself that she can't and won't be with him. Guess what? Ms. Nightingale made Mr. Nightingale choose between his past and his now. He chose his now. :D

Mr. Edison is a friend of everybody, especially Ms. Nightingale, at that time. It was nearly 2 minutes before 12 at Mr. Edison's watch. He told himself that he'll confess at 12:00 noon. Nearly everybody was at the room. Ms. Nightingale was with Mr. Edison, and Ms. Nightingale was making a countdown for him. And Mr. Edison did confess to Ms. Edison.

//.happy.ending.//

I hope so. I told the story to my sister. She told me she's not against it. Thank God. XD

//.art.music.passion.//

Inaudible cries.

A demon in disguise.

I am Arimi.
I am a simple girl in a complicated world.
Blindfolded. Lost in someone else's world.
Alive, and still breathing.
What am I exactly?
I say I'm a demon.
Scary, huh?

Wishlist.

I crave for chocolate.
For yaoi.
For more.
For a tablet.
To have a Tegaki E account.
Won't happen.

GET AWAY FROM HERE.

My confidante, and sister.

Listen to the forbidden fruit on my ears.

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