you are my home
This is what happens when one spends the majority of the day in bed, waiting on their head to explode: 11:36 and I'm so not asleep I'm actually posting on Livejournal. Desperate times and all that rot, I suppose.
Went back and read my last few posts, which took me back to this time last year in a few clicks of the scroll button. My birthday is a week from tomorrow. Last year it was all about dysfunction under the moon, pretending to be someone I wasn't, all by the light of a candle on a cake I had to buy for myself. What a difference a year makes?
"Here is what I know...my salvation lies in your love, in your love, in your love..."
Went back and read my last few posts, which took me back to this time last year in a few clicks of the scroll button. My birthday is a week from tomorrow. Last year it was all about dysfunction under the moon, pretending to be someone I wasn't, all by the light of a candle on a cake I had to buy for myself. What a difference a year makes?
"Here is what I know...my salvation lies in your love, in your love, in your love..."