mou...

My fingers are sore from playing guitar for an hour last night and half an hour this morning. ;-; In fact, they're so sore that that's the reason I only played for half hour this morning. They are ouchiness. :(


Nothing much planned today. I think I will attempt to clean my room again. Maybe I'll actually do it this time, instead of just saying I will like every other time.



But first, we need to feed the nutmeg. She is hungry.

::: Dead :::

Title: Dead.
Rating: PG-13 (due to subject matter)
Disclaimer: Personal work.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Looking at things from a different (and somewhat morbid) angle.
Note: I don't know where this came from. It just magically appeared -poof!- in my head


( I died today. )

is anybody wasting tears on loneliness?

It's incredible to watch... to see how fragile something is and how easily it can shatter. Especially when it's accidental. It's like the whole world goes into slow motion for those last few seconds before it breaks into a million pieces.


And then, you realize what happened and that it's too late. It's been destroyed and nothing will ever restore it to what it once was.