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[axeslade]

It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses.-Colette

Too true.

Fuck it. Fuck it all to hell.

I thought I could start editing tonight, but I definitely can't.

I'm just going to curl up with Karen Marie Moning's delicious Scotsmen for the rest of the night.

*Sigh*

I want *someone* so bad. Boy, girl, alien. I don't care.

I need a hug.