...music.

"Mary, Mary". "Battleflag". "Good To Be Alive". "Giving In".

Nothing touches me tonight. I'd hoped to go out to Beaverton... no luck. No ride. Deb wants company tomorrow. But after the thing she needs company for, she'll be arranging a ride for me out to Beaverton. I'm going to disappear for a while - not from online, certainly. Not from the world. No, not in that sense.

But ~I~ am going to disappear. *snickers slightly* The world tumbles down and I run and hide... great habit in a Mistress, isn't it?

Yep, incoherant entry, this will make no sense to 99% of the population. The other 1%... well, he might remember how much I wanted to be Pet. And maybe, he'll remember why. *shrugs* But he's not here, and I'm not there, and all of it's unimportant.

I'm going to disappear and maybe if I'm lucky I will claw my way back out of the pit I'm getting thrown in.

I know what I need and what I want, as always. I know what I can have and what I can't. I know what would be good for me and what wouldn't. WHY THE FUCK doesn't that make it easy?

Will you
walk me
to the edge again...

Sorry. No one deserves to see this side of me, any more than they deserve to see any side of me. This isn't for public consumption. *sighs* Not that anyone cares, but sometimes, Drake, the things you said when you were at your cruelest? They're right.