I've managed to screw up bigger than I ever thought I would.

But the weird thing? This time I think it might be okay.

*is curled up against the corner of one of the couches in the main room of the mansion*

*she's listening to her iPod and completely in a world of her own*

I am so fucking stupid.

I have a job. It's not anything spectacular, but...it's something. I guess no one's all that anxious to hire a 20-year-old with no prior work experience and no real job skills.

I've been there three nights so far. It's...interesting. I'm just not sure what to think yet although I have a really weird feeling about it.

Gabrielle sits cross-legged in the middle on her bed, her eyes focused on something in front of her. To the casual observer, she would simply appear to be staring into space. However, upon further examination one might notice the small collection of plates, speckled with the remnants of the day's meals, waiting on top of her dresser to be washed ( Read more... )

*grins widely*

...I have a girlfriend. And she's wonderful.

*will most likely be locking herself in the apartment until Rore returns, kthx*

*has animals to keep her company but should still probably be checked on at some point because...well, because she's Gabrielle*

*has a typist who utterly FAILS and who almost forgot about her birthday ;_;*

...I'll officially be 20 years old in about three hours. Huh. So'm not a teenager anymore.

We'll see how this year goes. Hopefully better than the last one.

Thank Merlin for my family.

*is gone* *packed a backpack with a few items and left Rore's flat shortly after Evan did*

*did, however, leave a note on her bed for someone (presumably Rore) to find*

( The note )

*walks into her bedroom, slams the door behind her, and throws herself down on her bed*

*just sort of lays there and sulks and generally acts like a four-year-old*

*bitterly* It'snotfair.