Signifying the end, comes the call of the bird.
Life, as it was known to me, has changed in a day. Life is, on Tuesday, going to be so incomprehensibly different, I'm not sure it's even bearable. It's insane... regardless of how things go for now, I have a feeling of... strength underneath me, which is nice... the whole world could collapse around me, and I'd be alright. It's not a positive thing, infact it makes me rather sad... but it's strength, which though connotated as good, isn't necessarily.
I wish I were weak and could further ruin things for myself. To let things go this far -- ...
I'm making a new journal. I'll add everyone who's journals I still read, and you can feel free to add me back or not. I hope you do... it'll be nice to see you on a new plane. Huh. I can't believe I'm giving up
dameeshee... I've had this journal for almost three years. Well, new times, new times.
My new journal is
implexadyth ... bye, bye, dameeshee, I shall miss thee.
I wish I were weak and could further ruin things for myself. To let things go this far -- ...
I'm making a new journal. I'll add everyone who's journals I still read, and you can feel free to add me back or not. I hope you do... it'll be nice to see you on a new plane. Huh. I can't believe I'm giving up
dameeshee... I've had this journal for almost three years. Well, new times, new times.
My new journal is
implexadyth ... bye, bye, dameeshee, I shall miss thee.