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[klena]

I want to be able to work.

I want to feel useful.

I want to fucking cry.

I went to Belfast yesterday because I thought I was going to fucking lose it being in the house any longer and about a hour up there I wanted to go home. I just feel lost. And I wish I didn't.

I'm moaning and bitching. I don't mean to. Just ignore this.

Comments

[whitehaiku.livejournal.com]

Shan't be ignored. I'm sorry you're having a rough time =( *HUGS*

[klena.livejournal.com]

Thank you dear. I keep meaning to reassure you about Final Waltz. Don't finish it. Write an accompaniment to it and draw it out for Y--e--a--rs. Then the Waltz will never be over.