*Click* A shutter of a camera could be heard from a distance. Marigold pans her head left and right. Nothing. She then turns forward, then she sees her at a distance, a red digicam in her paper white hands, and her...

I could say a few words just loosely describing my hatred for you. Or, I can just choose to shut up, and let all of my words drown along the outpour of my thoughts. But, doing either of those two are so boring, bec...