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17 November 2002 @ 09:20 pm
It's amazing how this weekend, up until about an hour ago, was the best weekend I'd had in a very long time... and now, I wish I was dead. It's amazing how badly you can fuck up and still have it come back to haunt you when you least expect it.

I feel like dirt. Lower than dirt. Lower than the lowest thing you can imagine.

And this is completely personal, not fandom-related, in case anyone gives a rat's arse.

I think I'm going to go bury my head under my pillow now, and hope I don't ever wake up again.
I feel: guiltyguilty
the youth in asia: in the gardenpuckmalfoy on November 17th, 2002 08:10 pm (UTC)

oh morri, don't know what happened, but...

*tight hugs*

alive isn't sad // it is when it's overdramaturgy on November 17th, 2002 08:27 pm (UTC)
::hugs for my triplet::
and still, the lobster held onpirouette on November 17th, 2002 09:35 pm (UTC)

It's "Jemima J: A Novel About Ugly Ducklings and Swans" by Jane Green.
intellectual pepperyeleveninches on November 18th, 2002 04:52 am (UTC)
Toby Malfoy: RestrictedSectiontobymalfoy on November 18th, 2002 11:07 am (UTC)
What happened?


Pervy Hoodie Fancierdancingrain on November 18th, 2002 03:26 pm (UTC)

but then I won't be able to have a *real* conversation with you,much less a snog! Blast those idiotic megaphone people on Regent Street who cut into my Morri-love! Waa.

Miss you. But, heh, now that we've phone-spoken once, surely there shall be more to come?

Hope you feel better,luv.
Drakesurreal_life on December 1st, 2002 01:16 pm (UTC)
So sorry
I know its a little late but I here if you need to talk.