Silver Tongued Lover
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Serious depression... stressed out, tired, dizzy.My head aches, my hands feel thick and impossible to move. I keep mis-typing. I feel as if I'm going to throw up more for lack of anything else to do than because I'm actually sick, which is a very odd feeling indeed. Alex is online... but the computer is being stubborn and refusing to send things. He wrote a letter, and I can't get it. *pouts* I feel like shit-on-a-stick, I just read scotticus' latest entry and I'm worried about him but I can't afford to make long-distance phone calls any more than he can. *sighs* Maybe I'll text him. Alex just rebooted and is trying to send the letter again... I hope it works. I could really use some cheering up just now. Coming Out to my parents... was intense. My mother kept insisting that all the unpleasant and bad things I remember, that they didn't happen, never happened, never could have happened... thank god for my father, who at least stood up for me a couple times and said 'hey wait, I remember x happening, I remember you mentioning y thing'. This made me feel a bit better. Well, the letter has officially arrived... now if only hotmail will let me READ it... *grrs at hotmail, which is being and evil and vindictive bastard* ...and the world is roses. *grins* Roses and violets and lilies-of-the-valley, curtains and fountains of roses, as the book says... there are doves nearby, and swans, and cranes, and exotic but soft-voiced birds everywhere, more roses... beautiful world. All because of a letter. *smiles* I love him for his silver tongue... I've a thing for men whose words leave me so breathless, so happy, so content.
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