They're all gone. Everyone from my home is gone.

I feel like I should be upset, but I'm not. I'm not anything. Just numb.

It sure is cold lately.

If I say that I'm feeling better, will people stop staring at me with dopey expressions on their face and saying "Elle..." and trailing off like I'm going to spook at the sound of my own name? Seriously ( Read more... )

I knew it was a bad idea. I knew it and I still...dammit ( Read more... )

That's it, it's too much. I tried, I really did, but it hurts too much.

I have to go.

Shit.

Happy Thanksgiving, losers.

I now have two housemates. Fun, fun. If anyone else has a helpless girl they'd like to throw at me, I'm apparently open for business. Don't worry, I promise not to sell them on the black market ( Read more... )

I still don't understand how anyone could be dumb enough to go looking for one of those things. Some people are just born without survival instincts, I guess ( Read more... )

I keep on trying to write something here, but I'm not really sure what to say.

Lena, how are you?

Everyone else, how is it out there?

Um, anyone want to bring me some food? I figured it would be a good strategy to just not leave my house, but I've sort of run out...

So, if anyone notices a suspicious lack of Mad Hatter around for the next few days, there is no need to be concerned. He's just come down with a slight case of bullet-in-brain. If anyone want to roast his body for food, it's around here somewhere ( Read more... )