Mr. Stuart is playing Just Dance in LJ’s room right now.
I’d give anything to take it back.
I’m finding it hard to have any hope for the future.
la-libellule: I am underneath every grated railroad track watching for morse code in the flickering sunlight as mountains roll over me. I am the woman sitting shapeless in the library leafing through books about morticians and physics trying not to cry. I am the man licking his teeth at a truck stop feeling the grit on them like a safety blanket, chafing in new blue jeans. I am the...
It keeps getting worse and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.