Jan 6, 2013
Bellvue again
Of course they'd take him here...
seen from Hong Kong SAR China
seen from Australia
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seen from Sweden
seen from Malaysia
seen from T1
seen from United States
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seen from T1
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seen from Türkiye
seen from Germany
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seen from United States
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seen from Jordan
Bellvue again
Of course they'd take him here...
Has anyone seen Kurt?
He didn't come home last night and I'm kind of freaking out...
BORED!
but I got hired at Columbia again, so that was nice. Classes just don't start until the 8th...
Let 2013 be amazing!
No more hospital visits! That's my #1 priority this year!
@ Kurt (private text)
Blaine: You up for some fun with Santana and Britt tonight?
Balanced | Self-Para
This was right.
Mercedes remembered when she first picked up the syringe—gave in to the pressure of those around her whom she once called friends. Those who clearly had no care for her well-being whatsoever. For the past few years, she’d gone through stages of resentment, apathy, fear, acceptance…all surrounding her diagnosis for HIV, and how it all started with a filthy, used needle.
Tonight it was a heavy dose of apathy as she made her way back to her loft, climbing the stairs with her boot-clad feet. And why should I care? It’s gonna kill me one day anyway, so why not let myself feel like I’m gonna be alive while I still can? She thought to herself, sliding the entrance door back. Some days it was just better to fool herself into feeling like things didn’t matter.
After shedding her apple hat and scarf, she closed both hands around the tiny baggy of white powder.
More warmth.
Her doe-like eyes shut while she took in a deep breath; as she let it go, Mercedes slowly opened her eyes again and let the pair fall upon the stubby box cutter waiting for her on the low coffee table. She scooted forward until her rear was on the edge of the couch, and then pulled the tiny baggy open.
“Merry Christmas, Mercy,” she murmured to herself while carefully pouring her purchase onto a piece of paper. She took her time lining up the powder with the box cutter and when she was ready, moved her finger to press down over one nostril as she leaned forward.
This was good.
This was balance returning to Mercedes Jones.
@ Britt
We'll be fine. I'm just being a baby about the cold. Besides, the cold makes for a good excuse to cuddle!
The Takeover | Journal
Who I've become.
Ever since i gave up everything--the drugs, the alcohol, I've only left the loft to go to work.
I haven't seen Sugar or Kurt in ages and I don't talk to anyone.
It was like I didn't even exist.
I can't do this.
Quitting cold turkey was stupid. So, so stupid.
I need them. They keep me alive and carefree.
Maybe I can find Finn. It's the holidays so he's got to be around, right? I hope so. I need something good. Just a mill. I'll be fine again when I have that.