Falls Down
Do you ever feel like the world is out to make your life hell just 'cause it's fun? That has totally been my life lately.
Killed a man.
Hell froze over.
Apocalypse.
Slayer.
Apocalypse.
Slayer no more.
Apocalypse.
Soullessness.
Aiding the enemy.
Dylan considering hopping off to an unreachable dimension with Connor.
Emily Anne and Connor's doppelganger going instead.
And some crazy sex fever where I not only slutted it up with Galen, but had to see Connor and Dylan getting groiny, and while I once thought it might be cool? Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. EW. It was like...watching my brothers and EW. EW. EW. EW. EW. EW. After seeing that, I kind of lost my urge to screw Galen into the ground. Eh. (Not that Galen would've anyway, he wouldn't take advantage of that. Ever.)
I want to hide in a hole, I'm so embarrassed and weirded out by everything that's happened lately. Galen is so perfect about everything. I don't know how I could get someone like that after...everything. The things I've done. He still doesn't know about--what I did. He's just, I don't know, I hate being sappy, but he's perfect, and I can't believe he's actually with me, and just, ugh. It's hard to talk about. I've never done this before. I've never really been...*squirms* in love with someone before. I think I am. How do you know? I should ask Rhia.
She's taken us to a really cool place in Puerto Rico to chill out after the big bang in LA.
Anyway. I feel horrible. I feel guilty. I don't think I deserve the people I have around me. And I still need to tell my boyfriend that I murdered a man.
Why can't life be simple, and why can't I hang on the beaches without feeling lower than...something that's really low? What did I do to deser--oh, right.
Killed a man.
Hell froze over.
Apocalypse.
Slayer.
Apocalypse.
Slayer no more.
Apocalypse.
Soullessness.
Aiding the enemy.
Dylan considering hopping off to an unreachable dimension with Connor.
Emily Anne and Connor's doppelganger going instead.
And some crazy sex fever where I not only slutted it up with Galen, but had to see Connor and Dylan getting groiny, and while I once thought it might be cool? Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. EW. It was like...watching my brothers and EW. EW. EW. EW. EW. EW. After seeing that, I kind of lost my urge to screw Galen into the ground. Eh. (Not that Galen would've anyway, he wouldn't take advantage of that. Ever.)
I want to hide in a hole, I'm so embarrassed and weirded out by everything that's happened lately. Galen is so perfect about everything. I don't know how I could get someone like that after...everything. The things I've done. He still doesn't know about--what I did. He's just, I don't know, I hate being sappy, but he's perfect, and I can't believe he's actually with me, and just, ugh. It's hard to talk about. I've never done this before. I've never really been...*squirms* in love with someone before. I think I am. How do you know? I should ask Rhia.
She's taken us to a really cool place in Puerto Rico to chill out after the big bang in LA.
Anyway. I feel horrible. I feel guilty. I don't think I deserve the people I have around me. And I still need to tell my boyfriend that I murdered a man.
Why can't life be simple, and why can't I hang on the beaches without feeling lower than...something that's really low? What did I do to deser--oh, right.