My dog's sleeping next to me. I love her so much. God, I can't even put it into words.
Two days ago, I went to the library to pick up some Wilde and found out that I had a fine over forty dollars. Fuck my stupid library life. Lolz. It was enough distress to legitimately send me into a meltdown. So. Anyways, I have been thoroughly enjoying the Wilde I picked up. Dorian Gray. I've found things I didn't know how to put into words within that book. It's astonishing. Oscar Wilde continues to infatuate me.
I was at DND last night, and unfortunately, it was one of those sessions where I felt more excluded than included. This is the first campaign I've played with this group, and they've played a couple before I came here. They all know each other well and talk amongst themselves while I sit in the middle of them staring at the lightbulbs. At least the lights are pretty.
I can't shake the feeling that I'm nearing the start of the end of something. My recovery? My family? My life? I suppose I really couldn't say yet.
I have fixed the technical difficulties I needed to fix to ensure that my flip phone is working splendidly. I still have my smartphone and I'm still using it around the house for things like reading fanfiction, scrolling Tumblr, watching Youtube. I'm disappointed in the ill control I have over myself, but in all fairness, my father has been home from work the past four days and it's hard for me to be around the house when he's home.
Coming home from DND last night, an hour and half drive (ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ )), there were two terrible car accidents only around thirty minutes of each other. The first one was so recent there were no first responders there, and I could see the panic and agony in the man's face. I believe there might have been injured or trapped people in the other car. Definitely put me off driving for a little bit. God.
I'm left alone today and I feel odd. I don't know why. Maybe it's the ending dilemma, maybe it's Oscar Wilde. Hell, maybe it's Madonna. That fucking bitch. Much love! (づᴗ_ᴗ)づ♡
Two days ago, I went to the library to pick up some Wilde and found out that I had a fine over forty dollars. Fuck my stupid library life. Lolz. It was enough distress to legitimately send me into a meltdown. So. Anyways, I have been thoroughly enjoying the Wilde I picked up. Dorian Gray. I've found things I didn't know how to put into words within that book. It's astonishing. Oscar Wilde continues to infatuate me.
I was at DND last night, and unfortunately, it was one of those sessions where I felt more excluded than included. This is the first campaign I've played with this group, and they've played a couple before I came here. They all know each other well and talk amongst themselves while I sit in the middle of them staring at the lightbulbs. At least the lights are pretty.
I can't shake the feeling that I'm nearing the start of the end of something. My recovery? My family? My life? I suppose I really couldn't say yet.
I have fixed the technical difficulties I needed to fix to ensure that my flip phone is working splendidly. I still have my smartphone and I'm still using it around the house for things like reading fanfiction, scrolling Tumblr, watching Youtube. I'm disappointed in the ill control I have over myself, but in all fairness, my father has been home from work the past four days and it's hard for me to be around the house when he's home.
Coming home from DND last night, an hour and half drive (ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ )), there were two terrible car accidents only around thirty minutes of each other. The first one was so recent there were no first responders there, and I could see the panic and agony in the man's face. I believe there might have been injured or trapped people in the other car. Definitely put me off driving for a little bit. God.
I'm left alone today and I feel odd. I don't know why. Maybe it's the ending dilemma, maybe it's Oscar Wilde. Hell, maybe it's Madonna. That fucking bitch. Much love! (づᴗ_ᴗ)づ♡