Grraarrraghahahggghhfff.

[queenofzan]

So I am rereading shoebox_project and I am once again reminded that a: I am Remus and 2: I am rocks.

And I know rocks.

And I know no one who isn't rocks.

I still just don't see what I did to piss off the universe so that I come so close to ridiculous happiness so often, only to juuuuust miss it every single time.

Also! I know exactly what I want in life, but I have no ideas how to get it. Well, I have ideas, but none of them are exactly workable, due to family obligations, by which I mean the fact that I am poorer than most kinds of dirt. Not Phoenix dirt, that dirt is pretty damn poor, particularly nutrient-wise, but then, I am just barely less poor than it.

Ahahaha has this hole been there the whole time and I am merely good at ignoring it or is it honestly not there most of the time and I am only being melodramatic? IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO KNOW.

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Dearie

[celtic-artisan.livejournal.com]

Muah! Happiness is but a stones throw away, if you can throw a stone 1800 miles. Because I am sure it would make you pretty happy to be here.