It just might.
I feel kind of chaotic.
Occasionally I find my curiosities a bit frightening. Or, I think I should, but I don't really. Because no matter how amazing I think it might be to crack someone's chest open and wrap my fingers around his/her still pulsing heart, I'm not really going to. Especially since I couldn't do that without killing him/her. And really, that would defeat the purpose.
I suppose this is why I've been getting the vague desire to start writing Laine again. For those of you who don't know, or are confuzzled, she's this character I write sometimes. I tend to work out a lot of my odder fantasies through her. Sometimes. Other times her crazy is all her own.
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I keep dreaming about Josie (the girl who almost was, then wasn't) and ginko trees and pharmacies. Altogether. I don't like having her in my dreams, it makes things tangly. And I wake up feeling kinda pissed off and shakey and sick.
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Soon*, I'll have up allll the polaroids I'm willing to give away (or that someone wants enough even if I don't wanna give it up) and the people who're interested can pick and choose from there.
*When I can scan them all, or take pictures of them. But that's not gonna take a whole forever, I promise!