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Not fun

Trying to fit back into my old skin again. It's like trying to fit back into those jeans upstairs that I just refuse to get rid of. It's not working very well. Too tight and my ass is too big. It just feels odd. But it's not like I have any other skins to really fit into. I'm fully (officially) off my medication now. Yay I guess. I don't think layton is very happy about it. When I told him earlier today he got this really funny look on his face. An upset look. So great. More problems. More and more problems. I don't want to do this shit. I can't do my life, but doing those pills makes me bi-polar, and I refuse to do bi-polar. That just fucks me up even more.

So I feel neglected at the moment. My chest is crushing inward. I miss my layton. He makes me feel safe and warm when I don't feel like I have anything or anyone else. And right now I have no one. I was able to curl up and fall asleep on him earlier for a tiny bit. It felt good. By the way layton, I'm just now remembering this but my mom said thanks.

Picture of the day: Love is Pain

Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him-with her death.

He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.