#wanderingenemymun

[ithappenedslowly-blog]

I feel like I'm going to claw my skin off.

Obviously I'm not gong to.

So I'm going to spend the night at a friends house.

Because then I can at least pretend to be productive.

I love you all, I'm sorry for the trouble I seem to have caused. 

I do, really appreciate everything you've done and I'll do better to not do all this shit.

Goodnight if I don't talk to you again.

Oh tagged people who seemed relevant. 

Don't want anyone worrying, not saying you all would.

[ithappenedslowly-blog]

I heard something great today.

It's just a matter of being in the right place at the right time, I think. Then again, that's kind of the credo of dracomancy.

One of the biggest beliefs in that particular way of thought is that every impulse - suddenly wanting to go to the park, to buy something you wouldn't ordinarily buy, to talk to someone - is the spirits' way of telling you that that is where you need to be or what you need to do.

Kind of like you make your own fate, but whatever "higher power" exists tries to give you hints. It's up to you if you want to listen to them or not.