Oct. 27th, 2008

deep_red_bells: ([Emote] Unsure)
1. If your doctor told you TODAY that you were pregnant, what would you say?
'Oh shit' sounds like a pretty good response.

2. Do you trust all of your friends?
I guess.

3. Would you move to another state or country to be with the one you love?
Yes.

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deep_red_bells: ([Emote] Doubtful)
That's it, little brother, I give up. I was not meant to foxtrot, it's as simple as that.
deep_red_bells: ([Text] I should tell you I'm disaster)
She used to be good at this.

Keeping the balance, keeping her head, keeping focus, all of it used to come naturally to her. Strong, determined, even driven; they aren't words she ever, ever would've used to describe herself, but looking back, she was all of those things. She embraced the quest, she fought, and she fought hard. She found reasons every day to push her out every night and keep her going.

She was a good Slayer. She tried to be good at everything else, too. If she failed sometimes, it was okay. She took the punches. If she fell, she got back up.

Then she stopped. She tripped, and she didn't get back up. She's not even sure she knows how long she's been there. Since Dana, maybe...at least, that was when she started to doubt. Doubt herself, doubt her abilities, doubt if anything that she was doing was worth it. If the world deserved to be saved. If anyone did.

Too long. She's afraid the longer she stays down, the harder it'll be to stand again.

There are parts of her missing. She has to figure out where they are, where she lost them, how she can find them and how she'll put herself back together.

She buys a one-way plane ticket back to Texas, and begins to pack her things.

The beginning, it seems to her, is as good a place to start as any.
deep_red_bells: ([Text] She's a big girl now)
But lately I'm beginning to find that I should be the one behind the wheel.


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To whom it may concern (which, I'm hoping, is pretty much everyone I know personally):

I've wracked my brain trying to think of the right way to say this. To put it some way that doesn't make it sound like I need to get the hell away from all of you, but when it comes right down to it, that's exactly what I'm doing.

I haven't been in a good place since that whole thing with Dana. There's a lot I haven't dealt with, a lot of issues I need to address. It needs to be done, and I need to do it alone.

I need to figure out if I can do this anymore. And by 'this' I mean everything. Slaying in particular, but...everything. Just everything.

If I keep going like this, I'm gonna get myself and probably a few other people killed. I can't let it get to that point. I'm afraid I'm destroying myself, and I have to stop that before it can happen. I can't have people depending on me when I feel like a time bomb without a visible countdown clock.

Please know that this is nothing to do with any of you, and everything to do with me.

I'm going back to Corpus and I'm asking to be left alone. I'm asking for time to think, time to get myself together, without being pushed at constantly. This isn't to say I don't want to talk to anyone, but let me come to you. I know that seems unfair of me to ask, but please. I hate playing this card, but please, if you care, do this for me.

I can't make any promises right now. I can't tell you I'll be back, because I don't know. I hope so.

I love you all.

Bee.

deep_red_bells: ([Appearance] Dress up)


What Your Cute Monster Says About You



You are a vibrant, vivacious person. When you live, you live as wildly and loudly as possible.

You are very bold. You are willing to stand up and be a leader.



Your inner demon is intensity. You have a tendency to let your passions take over.

People think you're cute because you're fiery. When you get worked up, it's charming.

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Oct. 27th, 2008 07:26 pm
deep_red_bells: ([Expressive] Emo pouting)
Dear football,

GO AWAY. GIVE ME MY DANCING WITH THE STARS.

Dear mun,

STOP MAKING ME WATCH FOOTBALL!!

No love,

Me

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