Fine. Here.

 

Find me here.

 

http://tabulas.com/~strangebox

 

the dead has long been long gone.

 

ciao. 

I found a new tabulas sanctuary. I won't tell everyone. I'm going to tell a few. It was nice knowing you. Au Revoir and see you around. If you do see me around.

not because I hate you... Okay maybe I do. Tinsy bit darling. I'm moving on. My lucky stars I'll tell you where as soon as I finish creating a layout and a new username.

We need change and change is constant. Irony.

Au revoir. 

Lake Forest? SAIC? I'm confused. I just want out. I want out of here. You know what I mean. Fuck this. I'm going there and you know it. Europe, Asia, there... Anywhere but here.

With her black socks, plaid skirt and combat boots she marched, stomping and looking at everyone with her souless brown eyes. She trodded on the hills, down to the beach and eventually settled to the park swing, where they both used to belong... Or so she thought. She kicked snow into a cat's face as it ran away hissing at everything that obstruct's its path. The stillness of everything comforted her. Sometimes she wondered if anyone knew she was there. The wind whispers to her cheeks, she silently smiled because she secretly knew that one way or another its going to end and she couldn't be any happier.

M. Sch or P.B. Sch? You decide. The year is ending and I'm turning older and I honestly feel like fucking 15. No change whatsoeverrrr. Still the same. Black, cold, possibly heartless and still guarded by principles. Its good to be back. Where were you? Where was I? I've gotten not a clue darling.

Currently listening to: Fraud In The 80's - Mates of States
Currently reading: The Picture of Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde
Currently feeling: thoughtful