I missed me. Which sounds so, um, silly when I write it but it's true. I missed feeling close to myself. The shape of my face and the tilt of my hips and my, um, me-ness.

I think that's what made this last event so upsetting. It showed how much of what makes us, um, us can be altered easily. Whenever Khaos wishes we can change.

And change is

I know they're trying to be frightening, bless their hearts, but I just can't help but giggle at this one. These are the same women who made us all relive Disney movies and share our worse memories over and over again. Compared to Shark Week this is almost a nice vacation ( Read more... )

Looking at all the, um, decorations and things reminds me why I'm glad I did all my Christmas shopping in June. Everything was so, um, peaceful. And then I could just go home and glitter glue in peace.

Though I keep having to, um, run out for more as more people arrive.

 I think I'm, um, ready to go back to school now. I miss it. Leaning and, um, trying to better myself I mean. Reading something that's required. Waking up in time for some predestined goal that I, um, know I can achieve if I just try hard enough.

I suspect I'm in the, um, minority.

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What are you doing, um, right now? At this very ( Read more... )

[Filter: Morpheus]

Feeling better?

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Airports are interesting places. They're all so, um, busy and full of life. Like a, um, mall. Only better. You get to see people at their most vulnerable almost; at the beginning of an adventure or at the, um, end, going through their rituals with shoes off and under wire bras beeping. Sorting ( Read more... )

I'm Seventeen today.

Aside from my new friend Juliet nothing has, um, changed. I don't feel any different.

She's very cute though.

This isn't so bad. Narcissus and I were going to move in together anyway. So many boxes. This will be like, um, practice.