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statues surrounded me in the cold and desolate room in which I had stumbled. Of all my journeys around the castle this had yet to be my longest; never had I travelled this far into it's walls before and the chill up my spine suggested maybe things should've stayed that way.
The scene was imperfect but whole, I'd never seen anything like it. Beautiful but ripped at every edge. I didn't know where we had ended up but I knew I wanted to stay for a while.
Her wart was quite vile, you could see it for a mile, this witch was staying at my house for a while. Her lips were tinted yellow and when she smiley at the fellow who avoided this witch while playing on his chello.
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seeing this word pop up as the word of the day made my stomach flip and my hands shake. Relapse is something I have to fight on a daily basis along with many others, it's a thought that can control what I'm thinking or feeling and it's scary to even see it on my screen and thats why this post is so terrible im sorry
I'm relieved my outlook on life is picking back up again. I'm starting to climb the ladder out of this rut I'm in now and my head is clearer. 45 applications for jobs sent off today and I'm taking my sister to the library tomorrow. I'm sorting things out slowly but surely and this roller coaster won't see the last of me... I'm going to be okay.
I'm relieved my outlook on life is picking back up again. I'm starting to climb the ladder out of this rut I'm in now and my head is clearer. 45 applications for jobs sent off today and I'm taking my sister to the library tomorrow... I'm going to be okay.