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Michelle is in love with this icon. She talks to it when I'm not around and I not so secretly believe that she may or may not have attempted to lick it at some point. Though I'm sure it was purely platonic. Not like she wants to dip it in mayonaise and call it Adrien or something but close probably ( Read more... )

Tumbling-hair
             picker of buttercups
                                         violets
dandelions
And the big bullying daisies
                                   through the field wonderful
with eyes a little sorry
Another comes
                      also picking flowers
-e. e. cummings

I just made my last post private, I've never done that before. I just don't really feel like talking about anything right now ( Read more... )

>:-O

I give up on people. Seriously.

I was hoping to take Rodrigo out for his birthday today but we kept playing phone tag. Maybe tomorrow or Sunday we can hook up instead. I might give give him two dances just for the special occasion.

Happy Birthday
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This will be of the OOC variety.

( But I'm a million different people from one day to the next )

I'm still not sleeping well. I lay in bed at night and have conversations in my head with people I'll probably never discuss these things with ( Read more... )

Today isn’t a good day. I was going to tell a story but every time I got to the first sentence I started to cry. I think I’m in one of those stages where all sorts of little things that would normally not faze me, hurt like hell ( Read more... )

I haven't been expressing myself well. Maybe that's because I haven't been sleeping much at all. I just lay in bed at night and think; even when I distract myself in other way, or with positive thoughts I always drift back to more stressful things ( Read more... )