April 22, 2011.
Annoyance
"What kind of thinking is that?"
Idiots. Fools. Retards. She's surrounded by them now, annoyingly enough. She hates it, hates being the most intelligent person in any room she's in. She misses being with him, when she'd always have someone to understand her words.
One tear, filled with annoyance.
A/N: It's a seriously irking feeling, I swear. :L
Sunshine and laughter and dead butterflies~
Sweethearted.