Don't write words unless you want me to read them;
Nothing really matters now that it's over...
It's 2318, Heather... Go to bed, dammit--you're a daywalker now...
But there are other things to do--things that I REALLY thought I would get done... Things that I REALLY need to get done.
In over 10 years on this site (between 2 diaries), I could probably count on one hand, with fingers to spare, the number of times I've been locked up. Now I'm locked indefinitely because my God-I-hope-soon-ex-husband is constantly looking for a new low to hit. I guess I don't know why I didn't think he'd come here--other than the fact that he never did before and I really didn't think he even knew where to find me here after years of apparently not caring that I had this outlet--let alone what was in it.
But there again, it's entirely possible that I'm jumping to conclusions... After all, it was my ex-lover that he quoted and not me... Though it's highly unlikely that Jeff got to him without going through me.
Everyday is a new adventure... And Jeff makes sure to keep clinging onto his part of that--that's for sure.
11:18 p.m. - 2012-08-02
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