...well, yeah. *shrugs*

[whitereflection]

Why Will You Go To Hell?
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Lord knows it's just one of many things I could go to hell for.

Hm. Dark in the mornings, dark early in the evening--trying to figure out why I like this time of year, again?


Akishi

Ice lurks beneath my
skin; I tumble to the ground
with dying-dry leaves.

Not much going on, nothing new. Just wretchedly anti-social and disgusted about being so--locked up as usual inside my head, finding that the more I have to say and the more I *need* to say, the less I am able to say it. It's like a Chinese finger trap--I pull at the words, but the harder I pull, the stronger they resist and tighten up. And I feel like I should be apologizing, but I'm not exactly sure to whom. Perhaps to everyone.

Part of a chapter title in a book Anj was just now cataloging: "I think, therefore I'm doomed". ...yeah, that about sums life, the universe, and everything up for me, I think.