*deep sigh*

Can't go pushing every mood swing/depression to being MD.....

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This sucks....

So sucks...

The things I want to work on, I can't, and the other things I SHOULD work on I'm blocked on...

*slumps miserably*

*wanders off in serch of something to do*

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... and my Mp3 player is NOT HELPING! GAAAAAAAH!

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Bleh...

This is like... the definition of the Fran-depression....

Full of ideas...

Full of plots planning, counless senerios played out in my mind, the chibi's acting out almost every possible varient I can conceive...

And I can't do anything about it.

Becuase it's for something I have to wait on.

For a week.

A

Whole

Week


And I feel like a selfish, possesive, jelous asshole right now.



Both of the minds I need are currently out of my reach...

On alseep

The other 'entertaining'

(As I more fully understand what Xella feels)

So what do I do?

play games.

Tetris games.

Games you cannot win... ever...

Sort of like life...

And my mp3 player is not helping.

{It's only 1:30... going to bed now would seem a waste...}

{Especialy since she's on...}

{But just out of reach....}


When did I become so dependant?

Why can't I write on my own?

When did the universe in my head start depending on that of another's?


Day 5? without meds.

Feels like many a day with.

Useless discs of pink and blue..


I want to write him possessed...

{Why does he never stay in the background?}

(Why do you feel the need to ask that? You already know the answer}

{Demo... kore ga... atashi ja nai... ka?}

( )

['Enjoy the silence.....']

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And I want to cut my hair again... trim it... widdle it down...

"I destoryed my own image to protect her.

There must be some hellish symbolism to that"


[And there goes netscape. Bakami's probally trying to tell me something.]

{As I realize the 'ka?' should have been 'ne?'}


--

She looked up at the full moon, the textured brown of her eyes reflecting the pale glow. Closing her eyes, she leaned back agaist the willow tree, listening to the soft sound of the wind and the light lapping of the waves agaist the man-made shore.

When the moon was fill, he was at his height of power, or so she beleived. She didn't know much about him, even though he was part of herself. Almost unconciously, she placed a hand over her heart, feeling the slow beat. Inside.

She gave a deep sigh, relaxing agaist the tree, letting her mind gently brush the elements around her. Wood behind her, Earth beneith her, Metal on her, Air around her and Water before her.

And Moon before her.

"Atashi no...." she whispered as the branches moved slowly.

She opened her eyes to see the clouds lightly cover the white glow of her other half. Raising her hands she let the dimed light relfect on the rings she wore. Silver and Gold. Amathist and Emereld.

Sighing again, she looked up at the again uncovered moon, musing on the colour of purple. Red and blue, blended as one.

"We're both blending now, arn't we," she asked near silently of her lunar reflection. "Fire and Earth... Water and Air... But I'm becoming blue... Water and Earth.... and you are Fire and Air, my pale brother. But not always..." She smiled slightly. "You are white... silver..." she trailed off slightly. "Is he what we will become?" she asked, near silently. "Or just a representation of what you are.... He was born of you... born of that night.... My poor Sacrafice..." she whispered. "But she is no longer me..."

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With a Shin skin.

This amuses me greatly.

Re: Damocles & The Chosen.

But mostly the Chosen...

Ooooooh yes.... *crackered grin*

Juchan's on the 'puter

Spoon in lid! Spoon in LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID!!!!!!

*mwahahahahahahahaha*

*is disappointed that there's no "manic" in the moods*