I hope I can pull it off. It is bouncing through my head with the industrial shuffle of metropolis and the tak-a-tak-a of shoes on marble floors and hard unforgiving pavement and the shatter of glass at gunpoint. The inevitable meltdown. I really hope I don’t have to clean when I get home…. I don’t want to lose it.
I can’t take it anymore. I am going to take control of my body if it is the last thing I do! I don’t know how, and I have no money to take lessons in anything, but I am going to do this. Determination is running through my veins.
Anyone have any ideas for where a broke woman can start? ;n;
I MISS YOU TOO ;n; WE MUST DO THINGS. SOON THINGS. SOON.
…What just happened?
…How do I become more flexible? ;__;
;A; T-thank you!! <3 You are the sweetest thing in the universe ;w;/ Love! Love everywhere! 8’D
I MISS YOU TOO BBYBY ABUBUBUUYU~
… And something inside my mind just bloomed like a flower in reverse. It started with the expanse and became the root. I can’t describe it, but it brought me near the brink at my office. I want it. I need to hold this idea in my hands and caress it. I am hungering for this flower to come into fruition. All I need to do now is put the pen onto paper and let the memories flow, so to speak. I can’t wait.