Scaramouche, Scaramouche

OR: A less pissy more readable thing. ;p

I really, really despise when the depression goes "O HAI BEBBEH WASSUP" and camps out on my fucking sofa again.

I was reading Yokohama Kaidashi Kikou and I got to the point where one character says they're the last out of all their friends and it was like something inside me kind of fell over and flopped into a little puddle.

That feeling sucks. I mean, I personally don't know for sure if I am the only one left out of the cabin group o' nutz I was part of at summer camp, but like - I might be. I might not be, but the terrifying thing is I could be.

I live with an incurable genetic WTF that I'm handling well because I was blessed with a mild form. And blessed with a lot of being a stubborn bitch. XD

The people I know who died of it didn't do so because they were wimpy or irresponsible. They did because they had to deal with a worse mutation of it, and in one case ran into the worst, lousiest fuckin' stupid twist of what-the-hell-was-that I've ever seen.

And I miss them and I'm emo XD;

I'm sorry I haven't written a lot of really upbeat entries. The migraines chewing on my head are worlds of unfun.

I'm gonna keep reading YKK s'more; in spite of the times when it makes me wibble by mistake it makes me really happy. Alpha and Kokone are awesome. And so is Misago. XD