Two down now, and counting.
One more spins away, and the world is that much colder.
It was him, and it was me, we both agree it had to end. It wasn't all my fault.
I suppose that's something.
But I feel so very small, so much alone. For all of the friends, and all of the ones I love. 
I'm sorry...
and things are not so easy, so cold and we've been burned
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*hugs you gently*
I am sorry, Emilly. Please let me know if there is anything I can do.
Sometimes Em a stint at sea can ease a bruised heart. If its a voyage yer needing you always welcome aboard the Mare Angelus.
This one's just going to take time, Qli. Possibly a great deal of time.
*hugs you back*
And Midnight, thank you as well. Mayhap sea air will do me good. I should flip on fins and swim a bit.
3 males tracking one female would be a train wreck in real life.
Oh. wait a minute. That reminds me of a blog I like to read.
What +is+ that blogs name. ...hmm... something about cookies..
Oh, ha, Turner.
Well, it was my delusion, but I really thought I could make it work. It didn't, now I know it can't, now I figure out where things went wrong and try not to do that again.
*shrugs*
May have to track down another train station en route for repairs...
Q: Where do whales go, to get weighed?
A: The whaleweigh station.
... i .. kill.. me.. i just .. kill.. me... lol
...is that funny?
Is my sense of humor just offline?
...that doesn't make sense.
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