A journal is for weak-asses.

[Indiorane]

But I guess if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

Journals are for those that are pitiful, that wallow in their own thoughts until they can't stand but to write them down. They don't show it to people close to them for fear of what they'd think. They'd probably think I was insane. I probably am.

Aw man. All of my posts turn angsty. [laughs]

Um, yeah. Talk to me. Don't talk to me. Go eat that apple.

PS: also, damn! I started reading the player vs. player thing on the darker vs. blue moon, and wow... is it really that big a deal?

 

[Trygon]

Only to the noobs.

 

[Indiorane]

Only to the noobs.

So says the person that seems to control everything from above with strings.

Puppet master.

 

[Trygon]

Only to the noobs.

So says the person that seems to control everything from above with strings.

Puppet master.

Me? *hums*

It pleases my ego that you say that, but it's half careful BS and knowing how to look like I know what's up, and half being good at putting two and two together.

 

[Indiorane]

Only to the noobs.

So says the person that seems to control everything from above with strings.

Puppet master.

Me? *hums*

It pleases my ego that you say that, but it's half careful BS and knowing how to look like I know what's up, and half being good at putting two and two together.

[laughs] Is that a bit of humble I smell? Well, I suppose that could be true. But you have most of us fooled.

 

[Indiorane]

rp with t-virus
--my plot
--demon
--time period = present

rp with krom
--my plot
--werewolf
--time period = present

both in private messages

rp ideas:
garden growing girl
guardian angel

 

[Loviotor]

Careful, there's not really enough room in here for Trygon AND his ego if you over inflate it.

 

[Indiorane]

Careful, there's not really enough room in here for Trygon AND his ego if you over inflate it.

[laughs] Hi stranger. I don't think we've met. [extends hand for a shake]

 

[Indiorane]

So there are some nights when the fragile carcass resurfaces. When little things hurt to the core, and you shy away from them, tears overflowing. You push away the people that usually comfort you, because they hurt you without meaning to. And you cry softly, cry yourself to sleep, because you feel that's the only thing you can do.

The normal, no-nonsense attitude, the confident posture composing the internal insecurities breaks apart, and you're left cold. Shivering maybe not from just the cold. You're scared, huddled. Everything just hurts.

 

[Indiorane]

So much has changed. For one, Trygon is not here anymore, and I was gone when he bid us farewell until 9/11. I now have a job. I'm very unhappy with my family. My grades are horrible. I've gotten fatter. I've discovered that there just aren't that many good werewolf books. I still really like helping people.

When am I going to realize which layer of me is the true me?