The Rambles of a Borderline Psychotic
Sometimes I wish I could pull myself together
to talk to someone. This particular person has
caused me more grief in the past year than I've ever known.
The bad thing is that he doesn't even know!
He's not my boyfriend, he's not even a close friend.
But everytime I see him, I just want to yell at him.
Push him against a brick wall and lash out
But I'm not like that and he doesn't derserve it.
He hasn't done anything wrong! Its not hate.
Its the complete opposite. And I'm scared.
Again.
No News Is Good News
Sister dearest isn't moving in. Thank Jeebus.
Projects in Need of Attention
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Avatar by =neekko (I'm holding a chapstick, k?)
=quidditchmom is one of the best people ever. No joke. Buy from her craft auction to help her raise the money to adopt a little girl
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To write Love on her arms...
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Yes, the "S" on my chest stands for stupid.
Poke...
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There once was a tiny broken window...
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Yes, the "S" on my chest stands for stupid.
Going to be at NOVA in the fall?
If not, a very sad me. Indeed.
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There once was a tiny broken window...
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Yes, the "S" on my chest stands for stupid.
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All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by frost.
~JRR Tolkien
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