Quenda, southern brown bandicoot, Isoodon fusciventer. They are sometimes... not very aware. I briefly thought this one was frozen in fear, but it went back to happily fossicking for food right at my feet.
In my restless dreams,
I see that post.
Sneef.
You promised me you'd take me
there again someday.
But you never did.
Well, I'm alone there now...
on our 'special post'...
Waiting for you...
Waiting for you to
reblog me.
But you never do.
And so I wait, wrapped in my
cocoon of sugar daddies and loneliness.
I know I've done a terrible
thing to you. Something you'll
never forgive me for.
I wish I could change
that, but I can't.
I feel so pathetic and ugly
laying here, waiting for you...
Every day I stare up at the replies
in the notes and all I can think
about is how unfair it all is...
The blogger came today.
She told me to kill myself.
It’s not that I'm getting better.
It’s just that this may be
my last chance...
I think you know what I mean...
Even so, I'm glad to be refreshing the dash.
I've missed you terribly.
But I'm afraid, Sneef.
I'm afraid you don't really
want me to post.
Whenever you come see me,
I can tell how hard it is on you...
I don't know if you
hate me or pity me...
Or maybe I just disgust you...
I'm sorry about that.
When I first learned that
I was getting anon hate, I just
didn't want to accept it.
I was so angry all the time and I
struck out at everyone I loved most.
Especially you, Sneef.
That's why I understand
if you do hate me.
But I want you to
know this, Sneef.
I'll always queue you.
Even though our life together had
to end like this, I still wouldn't
trade it for the world. We had
some wonderful years together.
Well, this letter has gone on
too long, so I'll say goodbye.
I told the mutuals to give
this to you after I'm gone.
That means that as you read
this, I've already deactivated.
I can't tell you to remember me,
but I can't bear for you to
forget me.
These last few years since I
became sus... I'm so sorry for
what I did to you, did to us...
You've given me so much notes and
I haven't been able to return
a single thing.
That's why I want you to blog
for yourself now.
Do what's best for you, Sneef.
Sneef...
You made me snorfin' here..."