Sheezy, Sheezy, where have you been?posted Aug 29th 2006, 2:10PM
Mood: Lazy
Music: "I Stand Alone", as in ... from the Camelot movie.
Crisper words and little-heeled dances. I feel like a ballerina in a distorted dream unfit for a human mind.
Nothing makes sense to me anymore, and every time that I speak it feels as if nobody understands a word of what I am saying; questions are asked, and my lines are repeated, but in the end the reaction is always the same: a furrowed brow and pouty pair of lips.
I'm sick of tasting salt in my blood.
I'm not apathetic, I'm disillusioned.
I've decided I'm going to search for a beta, for my series Blue Stone. But it's a whole lot to beta, so I'm worried I might need more than one, and well, Blue Stone is my baby.
My child.
I odn't want to have to trust any more people with it than I already do.
And so far, that's just ME.