This Is Not My Life
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Oddly enough, reading this has cheered me up somewhat.Mind you, it also brought up a handful of memories I REALLY hadn't expected to deal with today... but it did cheer me up. It did give me some idea of what might, maybe, make this all feel just a little bit better. Kadin and Torian are talking... which is somewhat amusing, courtesy of Furcadia memories. Kadin and Torian are talking, I hope, because I was/am refusing to speak to either of them, somewhat tangled in my terror-confusion-mental-dance. This is nightmarish. Depression. Confusion. Frustration. I know neither of them meant to disappoint me. I know no one ever means to. But still my head hurts so very horribly and I want to curl up, maybe eat something if only I could figure out how to keep anything down, it's maddening and I don't know what to do about it. Except maybe strangle the smalls. *sighs* No... mustn't kill small irritating loud annoying evil rude frightening children. That would be bad. Right? According to Grr's dream, I am Penny Moneywise, from the Bond flicks. Grr herself is Bond, of course? I have no idea what this makes Spike-boy, other than confused. And possibly Q.
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