Hullo darkness, my old friend
May. 20th, 2010 12:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceOr, In sooth, I know not why I am so sad
Or, this music crept by me on the waters, all unlooked-for, unheeded almost until I was engulfed.
I dunno. All yesterday, it all just grew worse and worse in my head here. Maybe I'm heading for another crash, maybe it's just a blip and I'll be fine again tomorrow. Who can say? Last night was awful, today is not good.
Not helped by my not being able to email someone, because my IP address has been branded spammer somewhere out there in the internets and so her ISP is bouncing all my messages and I can't work out what to do about it. *notageek*
And the sun is shining and I ought to be happy, even if I don't have time to sit in it; and instead I am going to spend all afternoon louring over this bloody manuscript, and probably get gloomier and gloomier. Again.
That was what betrayal meant, that you hurt the one you loved. Not him alone, perhaps - him and herself and the dragon too - but him most of all. It was the right thing to do, and she had done it. He might even agree with her if he were sane, if he didn't have that cold weight of dragon in his head. It was still betrayal.
Yeah, that. Churchill blamed his black dog, but famously I don't have dogs. Can I blame the dragon?
Or, this music crept by me on the waters, all unlooked-for, unheeded almost until I was engulfed.
I dunno. All yesterday, it all just grew worse and worse in my head here. Maybe I'm heading for another crash, maybe it's just a blip and I'll be fine again tomorrow. Who can say? Last night was awful, today is not good.
Not helped by my not being able to email someone, because my IP address has been branded spammer somewhere out there in the internets and so her ISP is bouncing all my messages and I can't work out what to do about it. *notageek*
And the sun is shining and I ought to be happy, even if I don't have time to sit in it; and instead I am going to spend all afternoon louring over this bloody manuscript, and probably get gloomier and gloomier. Again.
That was what betrayal meant, that you hurt the one you loved. Not him alone, perhaps - him and herself and the dragon too - but him most of all. It was the right thing to do, and she had done it. He might even agree with her if he were sane, if he didn't have that cold weight of dragon in his head. It was still betrayal.
Yeah, that. Churchill blamed his black dog, but famously I don't have dogs. Can I blame the dragon?