I don't care if they/he live in fucking Pittsburgh or wherever, I am going to fucking----
Goddamnit do I wish there was something I can do. Tom's trying to trace ips and watch aim conversations and everything, but the damn network here's not letting him do anything so far, even he's not been able to map his way out of it. Mel's called hospitals and checked obituaries, and it's really starting to look like they're fucking with her again.
The shit kendrick (if it's really him, if they're two people, if..) said to her tonight was so fucking low and untrue---
*is in defensive big-sister mode. do not fuck with me.*
*Ananda Daydream * 11:42 PM *
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