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Gonna be home soon. It's been an odd few days, it has... it'll be nice to be home in some ways. In others, though... it would be nice, very nice, to stay out here. I like it in Beaverton, more so than in Gresham anyway. Although living downtown would REALLY rock, particularly if more people I knew lived there. As in, EVERYONE I know. *wry grin* Tired. Sore, yes. Hurting. The pain is starting to build, 24 hours without medication and I can FEEL the horrible aches, the burning pains that drive into my side and my stomach and my pelvis, the agony that I normally keep buried with drug after drug... I can feel it so clearly, now. Going home. Home. Gods, that's an empty word right now, with everyone I truly love elsewhere, far enough away from there that I can't even visit them easily. Empty words and I hate them... *sighs* Going home. Tired. We've been through all this. Why do I get depressed so easily? Quote from the Bat: "Feets!" Quote as translated by Grr: "Fish!" Me: *silence and MUCH worry for the pair of 'em* Hosted by Diaryland - All Rights Reserved - Image, Layout, and Content copyright Jax Raven - - Do Not Feed The Moose - |
