The Madness...
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So much to say... so few words.*sighs* I feel as if I'm falling apart, yet again. I worry. I worry so much. And it all hurts. No, I'm not sane. Sober, yes, sadly. Sober and in pain and feeling sick. But not sane, certainly not sane. That's something I don't get to experience right now. So I am going to be busily notsane, and we will see what happens. Mostly, what is happening is talking with daris and grr, debating image hosting, fighting with photoshop, and wishing I had more Poe songs. Buffy reruns are playing in the next room, very distracting. Very distracting indeed. But I don't want to watch Buffy. I don't want to think about slaying, not unless I get to do it. Domme hungers... A Domme has hungers, you know. Just like a tiger. Like a wolf. Like any other beast, any other predator. I hunger. I need. And soon, I feed... *chuckles softly* The madness builds.
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