I don't even wanna think about Christmas... but there's stuff comin' in already... and, if I don't do something, I know I'm gonna get the pointy end of a worry stick, so to speak. *small sigh* I just don't feel up to it...

Things got to damn close again. I hate feeling helpless... useless... I can't even stick up for myself. It's fucking

[OOC: Harth is playing with the journals of those who've been buried.]

I'm really sick and tired of everything and I'm gonna get outta here. Don't follow me. I can't guarantee anyone's safety if you do.

[OOC: Harth won't be responding.]