mydadsthedoctor: (You sure about this?)
[Sitting against the wall of a mountain, a river by her side, a familiar blond is huddled, her knees up to her chest, and her hands holding her head as if it were in severe pain. Her eyes are closed tightly as she mumbles quickly and quietly to herself, completely unaware of her surrounding or even that the journal is recording.]

...Stop it, stop it, stop it. Just go away. Be quiet. Stop. Please just go away. I don't want to hear it anymore...

[In a mere second, her voice goes from a quiet mumble, to a yell.]


GO AWAY!

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