We Think We Know You [Ran-Dumb Book]

🎵🎸💭 Dark Places [23 Feb 2018]

Dead Kat...

Oops, purposeful typo that's actually a pun!

Dear Kat, (that's much better)

TheColorMerlot is now officially the main focus of Kat, Sheare, who is a highly respected member of the Pokémon Fandom community here on Wattpad (stark contrast to myself).

She made a formal announcement around 10:00 pm (22:00) on 22 Feb 2018 detailing the whole motive behind the announcement, the direction she's going in, and any apologies with a handful of lighthearted jokes in-between.

Yes, I'm referring to you in the third person. Yes, okay fine I'll stop.

Well Sheare, I know I'm not your favorite person in the world. And I know you more than less hate me. I mean I'm arrogant, selfish, self-centered, and lazy (and a mediocre author who hasn't finished a full-length Pokémon fanfic novel to save his life).

I mean, the only time you ever comment to me is in this book (not even my Pokémon fanfic). And when you do comment, it's either 1.) Arguing against my point or 2.) Responding to someone else's comment 😂💔

...there's a lot to hate about me though, isn't there?

Whatever, moving on.

I was listening to some alternative rock music from a band that no one really knows because 1.) They're broken up (except for their 10th anniversary of their second album tour this year!!!!!!) and 2.) The whole indie rock rush has really toned down within the last decade. I mean, The Killers didn't release an album for a good while until Wonderful Wonderful in 2017. So obviously there's a little less hype out there. Contemporary has really pushed its way into the everyday lives of people and their earbuds.

But the point is, there's this song. And I sorta feel like it may encompass how you feel. Idk tho. I'm usually incorrect about feelings—especially a girl's feelings—so this is just a huge (I cannot stress this part enough) guess on my part.

Btw I'm still waiting on that list you had of "weirdest GT comments I've ever seen" that you promised you'd make. You probably forgot. I understand. You're a busy woman, climbing the ladder of life into the higher places of stressful yet worth it positions of leading in whatever you end up doing in life. I wanna say political leader, but I don't wanna jinx it or cause some sort of scandal. For all I know, you end up as an AV actress (don't be offended, it's just an example) or a NASCAR driver or the first person to ______ (I avoid saying woman because it's 2018 and by golly and we shouldn't be separating them in records much anymore like that).

And I said I'd make a romance story with Pokémon you've never seen before (the exact words used were "challenge accepted"). Well, I can't say you'll like it, but chapter one of Hopelessly Devoted to Misery has been published for at least 24 hours now. So yeah. That's my attempt at impressing you and your sky-high expectations 😂😂

Anyway, I hope you like indie alternative rock and some guitars and a dude singing. And songs that don't eclipse four minutes.

"Dark Places"

If I thought it would help, I would drive this car into the sea
If the fire and the smoke and explosions could speak for me
If the words that I used to try to explain
How something inside of me started to break
Ah, but one by one my words just got in the way

And how many nights did I crash against the waves
With my head going under?
How many days did I spend trying to see it your way?
If you try you'd remember
I changed a change and kept on saying,
"One of these days something inside's gonna break.
And we won't get it back now, baby" (something's gonna break)

If I thought it would help I would carve your name into my heart
(If I thought it would help I would carve your name into my heart)
And if I thought it would help I would carve your name into my heart
(If I thought it would help I would carve your name into my heart)

All of the things that I tried to explain,
How something inside of me started to break
We were living proof, one by one we drifted away
One by one we drifted away

And time after time there were things that would scare me to tears,
While you called me haunted
I paced around the bed where you laid
One of these days baby, something… (something's gonna break)

And if I thought it would help I would carve your name into my heart
(If I thought it would help I would carve your name into my heart)
And if I thought it would help I would carve your name into my heart
(If I thought it would help I would carve your name into my heart)

All of the things that I tried to explain,
How something inside of me started to break
We were living proof, one by one we drifted away…
Drifted away…
One by one and day by day,
I became the dark in the places where you live

And if I thought it would help I would carve your name into my heart
(If I thought it would help I would carve your name into my heart)
And if I thought it would help I would carve your name into my heart
(If I thought it would help I would carve your name into my heart)

All of the things that I tried to explain,
How something inside of me started to break
We were living proof, one by one we drifted away
One by one we drifted away
We were living proof, one by one we drifted away

In your face, but on your side. Peace out...in the wizarding world of authoring "general fiction" (has an IRL novel of general fiction as well)

-GT

P.S. if you don't agree that the song sort of describes your feelings/relationship with the whole ordeal...guess I was right about being wrong. My title We Think We Know You is sounding more clever by the failure, isn't it? (It was either that or Words of Wis-dumb...maybe that'll be random book #2's title)

P.P.S. will you still have Bulbapedia on speed dial?