I don't feel the depression.

Perhaps because you don't need to.

But it's a loss - I ought

To find the sadness somewhere? You've lost it. Perhaps you never had it.

But there IS one - a lingering sadness. Some silly mourning that you said I wouldn't need.

And you don't. Do you? Doesn't it burn?

It burns.

Let it go away, then.

I love her.

Let her go ( Read more... )

Today's carnival was interesting, and I feel certain that I would have enjoyed it if I hadn't been sitting tense all day, waiting for a certain something to happen to me.

As expected, it didn't happen. I waited the whole day, tense and darting, for nothing.

O the ironies of the world...

So I sat there for a bit feeling puzzled and pleasant because I was being talked to, and I enjoy talking to people when I'm in "that mood". It's different from my black moods, which drag me away from people and simultaneously put me by them, because I cannot bear to be without company, even when I intend to be alone. And so I take advantage of it ( Read more... )

I. Love. My classes.

Let me put it this way: you're expecting things to go one way, and you're fearful in case they don't.

And then when they turn out, they're better than you ever anticipated them to be.

Life is good.

--

AAAHGOTSK137AAAAHYAYOMGSQUEEE!

(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

..Yeah. I'm happy. :>

I read some people's journals too much.

So I read and I read and I remember what she said
You should have gone
Well maybe I should have but I didn't and I'm glad of it
Gladnow if only I could convince myself ( Read more... )

Woe unto free-accounters, for we are seriously, seriously screwed from the minute that we walk in that door ( Read more... )

..you start riffling through your mum's pockets. (No, seriously, wait for it. The fact that I like to steal my mother's money, apparently, has nothing to do with it.) Then I decided that it's *wrong* to steal from your mother. So I went through the bastard's pockets instead, as he is just a useless lump that is taking up my oxygen for no apparent ( Read more... )

So. Damn. HYPER.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

(Written in an English class Journal Prompt that Somehow Got Applause.)

Girls like ( Read more... )

I have gotten no chocolate today; not so much as a Happy Valentine's Day from anyone. Except my mother. And Avvie. Neither of whom count; the first for blood ties, the latter because I'm very, very certain that he was being sarcastic ( Read more... )

I am finally getting better from my throat-cough thing. Alas, woe for not being able to skip gym.

-slouches off to go write chapter 7 of Mine and to try and make it longer than usual-