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...
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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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