Caught in your armsI've wanted to write a journal these last few days. As I mostly use this as my "blog". It might not be what you use Journals for, but that's how I roll :3Life has been hectic, with huge ups and downs. I've cried till I couldn't shed any more tears, and I've laughed till I couldn't breathe.But it all ended out, fine I guess? Maybe better than fine, maybe just simply fine. Just fine.But it has been horrible, and were I given the possibility to take your, my dear readers, hand and show you... I wouldn't. It was bad, and most of the time I was scared and lonely. Standing on a melting ice flake, being tossed around by the ocean, feet slipping and a kind of deadline closing in faster and faster.My deadline? There were well, a few. But mostly, were I going back to school?Today, when I look back on the last 2 weeks struggles with this subject, I see it as only stupid. It WAS stupid. So very stupid. And I am happy that I chose to do as I did. How would I go on, without the suppo
Gideon Emery saved my life...I hope to think that what I'm about to share with you is not an exercise in seeking attention, but simply at attempt to share an honest recount of profound experience I had when failing to keep the black dog at bay.I won't elaborate on the method. I am still here so obviously it was insufficient.At some point during the process I stumbled into my bookcase, knocking something to the ground. I leaned down to find the autograph I received from Gideon Emery. The frame was a little bent, so I sat down and proceeded to correct it.So there I was, sitting on my couch; the light of the new day slowly creeping in through my curtains, a half drunken cup of coffee and an unfinished drawing on my living room table, when the following occurred to me...I was holding a little act of kindness from a stranger, from the other side of the world.This thought alone, seemed to evoke the idea that I was still here and that tomorrow was another opportunity for the endless possibilities for my life.
J-Fucking-popcon :DHURR DURR! I am sosoosososososososo exited for next week (Yeah, it's like Thursday today... but still ) I'm going to drive my friends crazy But thats how I deal with the pre con stress Alright, NOW I wanna make a serious journal Be prepared guyz! J-popcon is next Friday. It's crazily close, and I still need some stuff done before the convention.~SleepyIce the awesomesauce girl is going to cosplay with me the whole weekend I really, truly, seriously, crazily want to tell what cosplays we are doing, and since no one really reads this shit, I am FUCKING GOING TO! Alright.Ready?Friday is the firs day of the con (duh) and since I have to go there directly from school, I didn't want to drag along my biggest cosplay. So the weekend starts with the cosplay I am going to feel most comfortable in Vincent, from the game Catherine.Yeah :D I really love Vincent, he is such an awesome guy :D I am so happy about what I have of this cosplay :D I found the PERFECT p
In Between Cases - 3John opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling for a number of minutes. His brows furrowed. It wasn't his ceiling.He moved around a bit. And not his sheets. Or even his bed. He turned, and looked around. It was Sherlock's room. What was he...? Had it been a dream?"John could you bring me your phone?" Sherlock said from the living room. John glanced at the clock, just to notice that there wasn't one. He slid out of bed, realizing he was wearing that same shirt he'd worn the day before.What worried him was not that it was the shirt from the previous day, but the fact that he was wearing it to bed. To Sherlock's bed. He rubbed his head slo
In Between Cases - 2Sherlock had pestered him even more than usual the rest of the day. He'd had to make tea several times, as Sherlock would drink it like a normal person would breathe. He'd also had to fetch him everything from a spoon to his own laptop. He'd also send several messages. For Sherlock. He'd cleaned some of the mess. That Sherlock had made. He'd generally been busy doing everything and nothing for Sherlock all day.But he was finally leaving. Pulling his jacket onto one arm, he leaned into the kitchen. "Sherlock, I'm going now." He said. Sherlock barely lifted his head, but just continued staring at the microwave. "Have fun, John." He said, sh