It's been a while, and I can honestly say I've missed it. My last one's been compromised, so I'm hiding in a new location that anyone unknown can pick my brain. But that's always been oddly comforting, because quite often, no one cares enough to try.
I'm going insane, locked in this house. The only benefit I can see is posting here more, and already that strikes me as a mixed blessing/curse. Online relationships used to be a vital part of my daily life, but since the painful days of coming to age and accepting teenage hormones, I've learned how to socialize with people my age bracket, mental capacity, and those living within my zipcode. I don't want to lose those capabilities. I don't think four days is going to damage that mental capacity, but it will damage my grades.
Ejecting vomit out your nose is more painful than you can imagine.
I will leave you with that visceral image burning your imagination's eye.
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You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.
-Madeleine L'engle
You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.
-Madeleine L'engle