Sit on this for now.

The waves are overflowing. They aren't even wild, the water levels is just rising too high for me.

Oh My Goddess and the "angel" cars
Celica, Supra, Toyota, etc

That's enough of that for now. I just don't want to be branded a flight risk so I wear my trauma on my wrist.

I just want to know this is real without me being afraid of pushing too hard or...expecting too much or...overthinking...

And I still need to pull myself together for everything else or I won't HAVE anything lol...

.... Come on, Rey. Come on...

Anyways, emotions are a bitch. Especially of the yearning kind...

...Listening to this on my way to the doctor's appointment. The fact I'm listening to the Ray soundtrack means a lot now.

...There's another ship I'm trying to fly towards...but I'm amongst the Stars navigating through the Belt. Can I make up the distance? Or is that silver Star out of reach...?

It's amazing how...a knave can feel like she's a queen for a few days only to be reminded you're a red headed stepchild whose been missing from under the stairs for longer than everyone thought. And when you finally return past midnight in the pumpkin carriage, you're forced to wear rags again.

I made this...because I don't have anywhere else to vent without giving people a cause for concern.

The past few days... It was wonderful. But the comedown hit hard.

Especially when I'm back under surveillance...

Well, here we go with this