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When someone figures out how to put matters of the heart and soul into words in a manner that isn't painful, well, they'll deserve the Nobel Prize a dozen times over. Meanwhile, I now have a migrane, its raining outside, and I'm miserable inside. Life isn't fair, and while normally I'm fine with that, its developed a rather bitchy personality -
Poetry, I write it sometimes
Sleepless nights doth stir to the surface ( Read more... ) -
Blah blah blah, witty retort, blah
People needs to learn that "fuck off" is a non-negotiable command. ESPECIALLY people inherently part of the problem.
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So...I feel rather...hypersensitive. Ironically, what pointed this gem of observation out was my laughing at a pathetically sweet (and obviously laughably so) wrap up to a book to put everything else on 'pause' for the next in the trilogy. (Can we get a chorus of 'dumbass' for it taking me this long to figure out? ) I laughed. Loudly. With a ( Read more... ) -
FML never sounded so appropriate...
Funeral was yesterday. Should've meant that I could take down all the armor I walk around with to guard my heart from the inside out and finally grieve to at least some degree. Not to mention work off the anxiety that builds up within me and turns me into a gibbering idiot whenever I'm around graveyards for any amount of time. But no, that wasn' ( Read more... ) -
Slipping down the drain.
She's on oxygen nearly 24-7 now. I managed about half of what is shaping up to be a massive collaboration RP post. I'm still sore from yesterday's tree transplant.
Who am I kidding? ...I got nothing.
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I think I can safely say that today was a Meh type of day. Not much got done, but not for lack of trying. Started off at about seven this morning in getting the groundwork laid to move the tree that sprung up in the garden out of there, while saving as many of my gladiolas as possible. Planted those in third grade and they are still going strong ( Read more... ) -
How do I go so long without using this bloody thing?
Sixty-six weeks. Its almost like a forbidding chill whenever I knock aside the cobwebs and decide I could use this bittersweet therapy of putting at least an iota of my life onto the internet in a lasting, non-transient fashion. Almost like the therapy of trying to write up RP posts, really, which is something else I'm finally dusting off after ( Read more... ) -
The Process of Grieving is Neither Short nor Simple
All I could do was stare. Stare at myself as if floating a few feet above and behind my body, slumped over as it was on the table that served as the desk for my class. It was entirely a feeling of stunned disbelief, I knew that one could suffer heavily from a broken heart but I had not yet believed one could actually die from one. Flecks of scarlet ( Read more... ) -
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After the midget interruption ( Read more... )