Nothing else to say

I just cannot crawl out of this hole. I try, and every time I start to get somewhere, the mud slips out from under my feet and gravity drags me back down.


Hole = My Life

Climbing = Trying To Return To Normal (AKA Once Upon A Time, Long Ago, In A Faraway Land, Happy)

Mud Slips = Something Bad Happens (Again)

Gravity = Life, People. My "Friends."

Mud = Problems, Confusion, Sticky Shit That Won't Even Let Me Breathe When I'm Facedown In It.

Me = Someone Very, Very Lost, Lonely, And Confused

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Wow, you really read all that? Danggg. Props! =]

Well, I see you've just had the imponderable joy of stumbling onto the blog of an 18-year-old girl who can't really describe herself in 500 words or less, such as in little text boxes like these. She didn't intend her blog to really become so much like her online diary (she was hoping it would have an interesting, helpful purpose to serve the world and all) but blogging is just kind of fun. This girl's a bit of an environmentalist and a full-tilt vegetarian, a bit of an artist who can't draw, a bit of a writer who can't find time to read, and a completely hopeless romantic. She enjoys white chocolate, coloring, wading in creeks, music, Doctor Who, and speaking in third-person when it's unnecessary like this.

Now go read the rest of the blog and meet her, if you like of course. :)