Happy Anniversary to Me!
Yes, it's the seventh(!) anniversary of me failing to do something stupid and permanent: commit suicide. And while I still definitely bear huge scars from the act itself (almost 100 stitches and years of therapy) and all the shit that brought me to that point, I'm now glad to once more be able to say, "I'm here. What's shakin'?"
In other news, I'm indulging in a guilty pleasure movie and re-watching Pretty Woman--and doing that thing where I'm making up the characters' backstories and writing post-film fics about them in my head. Poor Vivian. Poor Edward. I kind of want to actually write them now. :/
In other news, I'm indulging in a guilty pleasure movie and re-watching Pretty Woman--and doing that thing where I'm making up the characters' backstories and writing post-film fics about them in my head. Poor Vivian. Poor Edward. I kind of want to actually write them now. :/