I'm leaving. I can't say where.

Cousin Ilya, take care of Mommy and the baby plskthx. Tell her I'm okay etc etc. I've got money to get where I'm going to. I'll be fine.

I'll miss you all.

GUYS. I AM IN TEXAS :D:D:D ( Read more... )

Gilly is lazing around her room. Her mother's gone to work, as parents do, and she's Rocking Out to obscenely loud music. As she does at all hours. No seriously. At all hours. She's not expecting anyone. She and her mother are planning to set up the spare room, next to hers, this weekend for her cousin's arrival ( Read more... )

GUYS. GUYS ( Read more... )

Today my mommy got a phone call. From someone I don't know and am apparently not allowed to know but it always makes her sad.

It was my uncle! He calls her once a month to check on us. He used to only call Daddy but now he talks to Mommy blahblahblahblah.

Mommy will be sad all tomorrow. Rar.

In other news...I have no other news. Life is boring.

( I follow the sheeps. )

It's late. I've been curled up in Mommy's bed since the doctors made me leave Izzy at the hospital. Like....yesterday. Whatever.

( RP log: Gilly and Izzy and babies oh my. )

I am putting an end to my attempt at staying off the internet. BORING ( Read more... )

It's late when Gilly sneaks out of her house, trudging through the cold. She's clutching one of her father's medals in her hand as she walks, telling herself repeatedly 'I can do this. I can do this.' She's going to get this out if it kills her. She's so sick of bottling it all inside and letting it tear her apart bit by bit. Shilsons don't talk, ( Read more... )