GIP

Aha!

Well, I've found my diary again. This silly thing slid behind my dressing-table. I've been going through my cabin for two weeks looking for this.

( Going away... )

The mouth is off. And I seem tall. But I still like it.

I'm rather bored. And I miss... interaction, mostly. (And dresses with bustles, for some odd reason. I've been struck by nostalgia.) I do have neighbors, but they have trials of their own which have, lately, been far more trying than my desire for a bit of contact. Ah, well, at least I'm working again, after a fashion. More simply offering ( Read more... )

((GIP))

Life only continues to grow more interesting. As I didn't come directly back to this journal after visiting Dorian, I suppose I should say something about it now... Though I'm frankly not sure what to write. The only thing I can really think of is that it could have gone worse. I do lo care very deeply for Sebastian, and somehow I thought ( Read more... )

( A different kind of 20 Questions... )

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