Goodbye Dear Opuss, This April would have been my second year in this wonderful community. But, I'm afraid, this will be my last post. The iPod I have been using is dying, as in I will be able to use it anymore. The replacement smartphone my parents gave to me for Christmas was not an Apple product, so I won't be able to download Opuss again. I will miss writing here, and I wish I had done more. I'm sorry I'm leaving, and it actually makes me really sad. Thank you for reading for the past nearly two years, it means a lot. Happy new year. Goodbye, Emily, Also known as, Akari the Angel.

Christmas Eve Christmas Eve, A silent night, A holy night. Where love is in the air, And happiness is everywhere. Then you see those like me, Those who don't feel the love, Those who aren't happy. Christmas Eve, No longer a silent night, These no way you could call it holy. Not in the world today, Where people only worry for themselves. What present they get, Not the man with no family, No one to give him a gift. Christmas Eve, It's no longer silent, No longer holy. All because of human stupidity. Just the thought sickens me. What a calm time this once was. With true happiness and cheer, Not a commercialized time of year.

Yandere Roses are red, Your blood is too. Touch my Senpai, And I swear I'll kill you. (Don't let me play Yandere Simulator, stuff like this happens.)

Monsters "Can you get rid of the monsters under my bed?" Asked the young girl. In her left hand was a pink teddy bear, in her right was a purple blanket. Aside from being rid of the monsters, she was getting ready to go to sleep. "There are no monsters under the bed." I told her, knowing it would help her sleep. In my own hands were a cell phone and the children's book I had just read. All preparations were already made for bed. "Then where are the monsters?" She asked, seeming confused. I may as well give her the truth. "They live inside your head." True monsters live within your mind. Best you know that young rather than being blind.

Christmas Caroling in the cold Hearing the angels sing Ringing the tiny bells Imagining the man with the red suit Santa may or may not be real Trees decorated brightly Merry times with family A truly wonderful time So we grow up to think that way