nnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaghhhh

[evilbeej]

It is nine in the morning and I am drunk from crying.

I never noticed that before.

It feels like the step between well and truly apocalyptically blitzed and horribly hung over.

Crying too hard.

Wish I could stop. Wish the idea of spending a week on a beach in Delaware with my father's side of the family didn't make me. Don't quite know why it does.

Comments

[ascian.livejournal.com]

*HUGS*

Love you, hon.

[evilbeej]

Chibi-Gina speaks: . o O ( little Adam, *littleheart!* )

[crazypoodles.livejournal.com]

want me to come lick your face? that always makes anna smile.

gg

[evilbeej]

*snif* OK. :(

[webmistress-liz.livejournal.com]

can i lick your face, too?

[crazypoodles.livejournal.com]

*jumps in your lap, places one paw on either side of your neck, and starts licking like a madwoman*

gg

[infinitepryde.livejournal.com]

HUGGING. FOR THE YOU.

And as for the 'why,' I think that discussion about social antisocial-ness kinda answers it.

*hug*

[persephoneflame.livejournal.com]

*HUGS*

You know how I feel about that, too. Dont let the man (or in this case, the family) get you down! You'll be alright, just find somewhere to hide with a book or the phone.

And call if you want a distraction from the Familyness.

If you're already gone, I trust someone will get you the message. :)

[corleyj.livejournal.com]

You should call me and talk to me about how awesome you think the books I sent you are.

And take the books with you on your trip.