Stumbling through the door, I looked at the small room, caked in dirt and Shadows. But I wasn't here for them, and I walked across to the linen closet as they watched me with silent, shallow eyes. Gritting my teeth against the white hot pain in my side, I opened the door and grabbed a few pillowcases, stuffing them on my wound, the cool, crisp ( Read more... )

Meet me there, my love
for I have come to say
What need have I for love
when I'm doomed to go away?

I walk solemnly through the trees, feet crinkling on dry, dead leaves, grey shades flickering as I pass trees and watchers in the forest. They have come to see me off to the place I need to go. To the place all dead men and women must go once they're ( Read more... )

I finally finished the essay rough draft, except for the citations, and I need to ask my teacher about those. But otherwise I'm going to kick back and watch some more FMAB for a little while ( Read more... )

I'm watch FMAB, and I gotta say, Ed is so kickass, but so are Scar and Roy! I love them all, and the veiled romance between Hawkeye and Roy!!! kya~

I should actually be working on that stupid Jane Goodall thing, since the rough draft is due tomorrow, and the final is due Friday. I still have a page and a half. But it's not even five o'clock, so I should be fine if I write a sentence every five minutes, right? RIGHT! I got over five hours left to work on this crap. Sigh. I'm just tired. Like

I can't help it when I'm on the computer! I do know I'm supposed to be working and that me not working stresses my mom. That's the last thing I want, but I just can't stop. I feel like I can't really talk to her, and instead I have to talk to you, Adam. I love that I would rather trust a journal that living breathing, heart-pulsing human. Don't you ( Read more... )

my throat burns like $%*#$%^...the dickens. Gawd I'm in PAIN. Sigh. It's just acid reflux, but it huuurts- I miss my bed. Sigh. I hate school. Supposed to be writng a three page essay on Jane Goodall.How? q-q oh...bed...

I feel tired and my eyes hurt. I'm lying in bed, wishing I could tune everyone out and hoping tomorrow is better than today was. Sigh. Searched 'lonely' on weheartit and found that a whole array of people feel like I do. Vaguely comforting.