Thursday, May 06, 2004

Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."


apparently we are gonna save O/our house....
she doesn't want me...
she's pushing me to snail and making things here intolerable.

but she's "trying"...

I am so confused...

I just don't care to be hurt anymore.



meanwhile, formulating a plan or two for snail and pixi...
we shall see.

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