If you're wondering...charls is a mess.
I've been on the verge of tears and screaming for days. Depression is not fun. Just feel like disapprearing.

"But WHY are you upset charls?"

It could be the recent necessary grave digging for a certain jumping bird - seen here with me a few halloween's ago. She was killed by a van last friday. Damain, Elizabeth and I drove to Rockaway Beach, waited until dark, drank vodka, wine and beer, carried her up the hill and planted her in a nice deep grave for safekeeping.

Could be the finale of my relationship with Brad. It's for the best of course, I certainly wasn't getting what I needed ... but I SO HOPED HE WOULD CHANGE. And now that I know he's just not that into me. It sucks. I'm jealous. I miss him. It's confusing. We're friends. With occasional privilages [I think]. It's too hard on my heart and head.

Must be something planetary. Lots of people are going through changes now, some very terrible, some grand. I'll try and take solice in that. Wish me luck.