I got rid of my xanga, my myspace, my hi5, and soon I'll get rid of my hoverspot account too. It's better to just have this impersonal journal in which no one reads and I can just type my feelings. So, this way, I don't have to worry about feedback and things like that, and I can use real names and no one would ever know the difference because no ( Read more... )

Blaise/Hermione/Draco fic for ya. It's NC-17, though, folks. Be careful.

(: Enjoy.

( Beltane Bash )

So I've been to two parties within these past two days. Yesterday was Elise's, which was a whole lot of fun. I danced a bit, ate some really great food, and had loads of fun just sitting, talking, and spending time with my friends. And of course, I got to spend time with Chris, so that's always a plus for me. And spending time with my friends is ( Read more... )

I've got a Hermione - Blaise story for all you little chitlin's out there. (Not that anyone reads this thing.)

( Regular and Real )

1. Name ( Read more... )

Who knew that my stomach would knot like this again. Who knew that my heart would bound in hurt and anguish. Who knew that I would melt and fall and feel empty after what I considered to be moving on. Who knew? Who knew that you could still do this to me - still make my body quiver, my fingers shake, my head whorl with memories, thoughts, worries, ( Read more... )

I just want you. And I can't tell you why, or for how long it will last, but what I do know is I want you, and I can't have you because you don't love me. Damnit, I wish you just stop making me feel like this - like I'm helpless. It's insane. I can't believe I still feel this way.

I am sick of being love-struck, star-gazed, and head over heels. I'm sick of feeling helpless because you're not around. I'm sick of feeling completely and utterly baffled because you don't feel the same way anymore. I'm sick of you. I'm sick of you, taking up my time, taking up my thoughts, taking up all of the feelings in my heart, taking up ( Read more... )

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I think there must be something wrong with me. Today was a fine day. Simply fine. Nothing went wrong, I saw all of my friends in school, didn't have any problems in class, didn't get in trouble with anyone or anything... yet for some reason, as Choral Council ended, and as I ended up sitting on Elliot waiting for Danny to give me a call to let me ( Read more... )