Power hungery.

I wish that there was something i was fighting. Maybe then I would be able to handle it. If I weren't mute, but someone who could gather strength and lash out. But there is no battle, and no battle calm. Just dread.

...I thought I'd have another night.
... I thought that I'd be able to handle this.

On dad's computer for a second, maveling at his zippy internet.

Drained and discouraged...

*slumps a little*

A shitty fatal frame nightmare. >< Fuck.

"Convince me to please you, make me think that I need this too."

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next three sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.

I danced as gracefully as I could. I dipped and turned and twirled under his careful hand. And when I looked up at the king and queen, they were both watching me.

The Other Boylen Girl - Phillippa Gregory

Infatuation is only safe when it is not returned.