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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