*deep breaths*

[aquabean]

There times when things happen, and they aren't your things except when they are and then all you're left with is cold gnawing ball of worry that lives in your gut and makes your skin crawl.


I'm going to my parent's place for dinner and hopefully the world won't cave in while I'm gone. Woo.

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[mistressrenet.livejournal.com]

::hugs::

I hate those times.