No new stuff…just some reposted old images from the LJ. I’m just addicted to making blogs, though I don’t update them very well. Hopefully a new start’ll give me a little push to draw stuff…especially Lindons!
God, it’s fucking difficult to come back to living amongst a group of people who already have cliques and gushing friendships. And it’s back to trying and trying every day, pretending I’m not completely at sea and wishing I could just go back home and sleep or do something boring and by myself.
Today I was so out of it I kept wishing I could be somewhere else, and I keep thinking—if only I had the money, if only that weren’t a concern at all, I’d leave this place completely and do something and go somewhere that makes me feel happy and safe, and not dumb and awkward and worthless all the fucking time.
In five years it was too late. The once-peeling wallpaper grew resplendent again with each month passing, every broken window mended and every sliver of glass extracted from the hands of the victims—all things which were once quivering and breathless from the effort of falling apart, now lay still.
It was too late; for in his memory, everything had become perfect.