It's one of those days...

[wolfwings]

Been around this world so many times If you could only see my mind I've watched my secret heaven turn to hell Faith alone has guided me The ghost of my own destiny I haven't even got a soul to sell All the things life put me through I wouldn't wish my hell on you You'll never know what's going on inside Just another Lonely Broken Hero... Picking up the pieces of my mind... Running out of faith and hope and reason... I'm running out of time... Running out of time... Trouble always seems to find A way to live inside my mind My haunted hell and me remain alone Underneath my masquerade A simple man who's so afraid I try to find a light to guide me home Mamma please just hold me tight Feeling so afraid tonight `Cause you're the only one that really knows Just another Lonely Broken Hero... Picking up the pieces of my mind... Running out of faith and hope and reason... I'm running out of time... Running out of time... Fighting for my sanity Many nights of tradegy Got to leave my wretched ways behind... Just another Lonely Broken Hero... Picking up the pieces of my mind... Running out of faith and hope and reason... I'm running out of time... Running out of time... I'm running out of time... Running out of time...

Looks like I get to get a whole new set of cards, DMV State ID, Bank Card, Social Security Card, the works. Please, don't comment on what so-and-so could do with the sheer quantity of information that was in that wallet. Any such comments will likely be deleted. With the industry I work in, I know what can be done with all those numbers.

I appologize if that sounds... counter-intuitive of me to say, but I just spent almost a solid hour, sharpening, then wielding a machette, cutting oranges neatly off a tree up into the air, then cutting them into two halves before they fell, and gnoshing down the juice from each half before doing it again. That was purely to work out the sheer utter frustration, anxiety, and outright lack of direction I suddenly have, whirling around with the $440 paycheck I have in paw that I can't touch because I don't have any way to do so.

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On different news though, love_hate_rape and gooberriffic came over. Nyssa seemed... distant. I... feel like I fucked up for some reason. I just... *sigh* go read my comments there, no sense explaining something twice, I've been noticing I've been doing that far too much. I hit it off with Steph, as she said, just... I was scared as hell, something was just not right that entire time she was here, and I was so worried it was Steph, I never... ever... looked at the other, perhaps closer, friend I had less than 10 feet from me.

I'm sorry, Nyssa. I knew someone was feeling bad, and I just saw the odd look on Steph's face ever so often, assumed it was her. I should have thought to check you, the third or fourth time Steph assured me she was okay.