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new journal
You can go and find me here: paisleyrheys.livejournal.com/
I won't be on this account any longer. Come and find me, if you'd like : ) -
okay, fine
So, I've been convinced to make a new LJ.
If I decide to submit writing or whatever to LJ, someday, I might make a separate account for that, but I don't even know, and right now is too busy to decide.
If anyone is wondering why I've dropped off the face of the planet/internet-community-of-your-choice, it's because I've been getting up at six in the ( Read more... ) -
bleh
I haven't been here in...ages. Again.
I'm considering just making a new account entirely. If I did that, and anyone remembered me / was still interested, I'd be happy to link them to that.
Or I might just eat everything annoying and emo out of this one, because I really hate reading myself whine constantly.
I dunno.
Feedback, if you remember me? ( Read more... ) -
seriously?
I am actually very happy right now.
I'm determined to make this a more permanent feeling. -
it's too quiet around me and too loud in my head
It FINALLY feels like fall here D:
It's been in the NINETIES D:
In October D:
(Fahrenheit that is, that's...I think about in the sixties to seventies in Celsius?)
Colder weather usually starts making me feel better but I've been turning over some really complicated decisions in my head lately, most of which will never even up the way I'd like them ( Read more... ) -
I think I might go away now
In the span of ten minutes I went from feeling really inspired and creative to so miserably depressed that I wished I could melt into the floor. You'd think this would mean that in ten more minutes I'd be back to that but no, the bad stuff likes to take its time ( Read more... ) -
/cough
Well I've been sick and basically dead to most of the world for the past few weeks...I've actually felt a little creative lately despite that, I suspect it's the cool weather ( Read more... ) -
/worry
I worry too much about everything...and I am perfectly aware of that and that things rarely are as bad as I suspect they are...and yet I still can't seem to attach the part of my brain that realizes that to the part of my brain that sends me into a panic over everything.
Anyway, I hope
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in which terminal illness becomes a metaphor for love
It scares me to actually care about someone ( Read more... )