The transfer is in progress. Check for new a new friending from a strange sounding journal. (eva, you were already there)

Since apparently I'm incapable of sleeping, I shall take this time of restlessness to utterly destroy this journal, soas to finally, finally force myself to create the new one. I'll add and contact all of my dearest when it's ready. Until then, a short respite.

Sometimes I'm in my room and I look down at my feet and realize that perhaps all I ever needed to be happy was a pair of stripy toe socks and a fuzzy rug.

slick lips and false words
sweeter almost than the truth
slipping past the dream