My hand still hurts. I have a rather unsightly bruise and everything. I almost regret having done it. Oh, well, I suppose it was worth it in the long run. Maybe he'll get the hint faster next time ( Read more... )

Snow can be so beautiful at times, when it's clean. It leaves everything looking...quiet? Peaceful? But then all the cars go by, and it just becomes...depressing. A tragedy in dour gray. If only things could remain pristine.

Still, I wish the flowers wouldn't wither. I miss their company. No, how childish. I am used to being alone.Alas. ( Read more... )

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