I suppose I'm used to this town now. It's odd to write in a journal - I've wanted to forget too many things on purpose. Floating through life is easier for me. Not that it always was, but now life is what it is.

Strange.

Lonely.

...except not that lonely. I can't be alone anymore. Never.It's even stranger knowing that anyone here could read ( Read more... )

Car's dead. Deader than dead-dead. There's no feasible exit on foot. And no cars exiting, either. Lou said it was impossible to leave, though Bob just grinned at me. I certainly don't trust them farther than I can throw them -- and that ain't far ( Read more... )

( Just a girl who isn't afraid to get her hands dirty )