There's something wrong.
My head hurts and my limbs are weighing me down.
The static is getting louder
And louder
And louder
It won't stop, and my eyes are burning and it feels like my lungs are collapsing just like my feet against the hardwood floor.
My phone -
- it buzzes again.
It won't stop
It buzzes
And it buzzes
And it's mixing with the stätīç
Thêrę'š ńø çâłłër įd
Šõ Í jüšt håàáâñg üp
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I'll probably delete this note later but when I'm posting this it's the day before my birthday (Aug. 7th) so give me votes for happiness (jk don't do that I don't deserve that).
Man, Clyde is one wacky boy. Amirite?
I only updated because it was my birthday and it was my lame short gift to you big boys.
-Q
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The Loud House // It's Too Much || Clincoln
FanfictionThe Loud House || Lincoln x Clyde (Clincoln) _______________ 'Why can't I forget, and why can't you remember?' That was the first of the clues that he sent me. I shouldn't have texted back, for I already knew something was wrong. I should've ra...
