Music: Cry - Faith Hill
Thing: Heartbreak
Color: Ice Blue
Gene Kelly: "Is that what I am being? Sentimental because I'm tired?"
Later, I will claim this is because of the hour. Right now, I just want to clear my head.
It feels like part of me is wilting, shriveling up and dying. That part that needs to be loved, needs it so desperately. I need to be held, touched, just be comforted. Heartbreak I find, doesn't agree with me. Not in the least. I lost control of my heart, I should have guarded it better. I never let myself be out of control. You can't be hurt that way.
I have two options now. I know one of them isn't really an option. I could lock up my heart forever, become an Ice Princess of the finest quality and never let myself care or love ever again. That goes against my nature, I am warm, affectionate, and a Barbarian Love Goddess not an Ice Princess. Part of my pagan beliefs is the embracing of the emotions and affection towards all. But I need my control. Emotions without control are what I despise in teenage girls, the ups and the downs so rapid, and more importantly vapid. The control is what keeps me from descending into that abyss that is depression. I can keep myself from the extremes the chemicals want me to go to. I will. I must. But I'm not whole.
Dear gods, please, I just want to be whole.
Adieu ::blows kiss to those who love::
::TJ, Aaron, and Panda catch, hold me close and keep me sane::
You see Jessie? I am not all that wise after all.
