My diamond sister is back! And she brings me presents. And she’s perfect. @ladylongface #adpi #diamondsisters #hellokitty #sushi #shegetsme
Oh, hey. It’s me and my Diamond Sister.
A Word To The Wise—
If a Scorpio trusts you enough to actually open up to you and tell you things that only a single-digit number of people know about them, DO NOT ignore them after they try and go to you when they’re at their weakest.
In fact, don’t do that to anyone. Ever.
Also, partially related: I cannot wait until psychological disorders like depression and anxiety are treated as what they are, illnesses, and not something you should avoid or try to get away from when someone asks you for help. If your kid had the flu and obviously needed assistance, would you leave them in their room at the mercy of their fever and vomiting? Unless you’re an abusive parent, the answer would be a resounding, ‘OF COURSE NOT’.
So why is my sickness, like the sickness of people the same as me, treated as if it’s something we can simply ‘snap out of’ or recover from even when it’s brushed under the rug?
Ughhh I am so angry and hurt.
My Lovelies!
I’m so sorry for being away for such a long time; I’ve been caught between a trip to visit my family and furnishing my new condo, as well as keeping my future mother-in-law entertained.
After I post this, I’ll put a few nice things in the queue.
I just wanted to thank you from the bottom of my heart for staying. Since my (unplanned) hiatus, not a single one of you has left. That really means loads to me and I wish I could bake you all some cookies in thanks.
You are incredible and I like you the way you are.
Additionally, here is a picture of me when I was visiting my parents’ house:
Love Always,
Lady
Depression is not a fashion accessory; if you knew anything about what living with it is really like, you’d realise it’s as far from glamorous as you can get.
My Last Day
This is a whiny girl post. If you don’t care to read something like that, then you can move on. So…nothing important. Just venting.
Just checking in.
Tina’s viewing is tomorrow and the funeral is the next day. Please keep my family in your prayers or at the very least good thoughts. It’s been one of the most difficult weeks in our lives, but the hardest part is nearly over.
Last night at approximately 7:30 on the way to Church, my cousin and his beautiful wife and little sister were in a terrible car accident. The axle seized up and the car flipped. My cousin and his wife’s little sister made it out of the wreckage relatively unharmed, but at the loss of the angel who simply forgot to wear her seatbelt.
We will always remember Christmas Eve with heavy hearts because of God’s decision to bring one of his dearly devoted children home. All of our hearts are breaking down here on earth but we know she’s up in heaven celebrating Jesus’ birthday with the man himself.
Tina, please continue to watch over our family with the same sunlight and grace that came so naturally to you, especially your husband whose heart is irreparably broken. Please know that you will be loved, missed, and remembered every single day for the rest of our lives.
Rest in Peace, beautiful. 3/8/92-12/24/12
Hello, dear Followers.
I will most likely not be “online” for the next few days. There’s been a terrible tragedy that occurred only a couple of hours ago and I need to be with my family. I’ve added some things to my queue so you’ll still see things from me, but I won’t be the real one posting them. Thank you so much for your patience and understanding in this terrible time for my family. Thank you also for your continued support and I wish you all a very Merry Christmas.
Love Always, Lady
Sometimes I just go to Neil Gaiman’s real Facebook page and I feel like a full-on mouth-breathing stalker. I would give nearly anything to meet him or at the very least hear him speak again. I can say I honestly admire him more than any other ‘celebrity’ or any otherwise well-known person. His writing never ceases to fill me with wonder and make me feel a lot less lonely in the world.
I’ve considered sending him an e-mail or a comment on his blog, perhaps explaining that he essentially single-handedly inspired me to start working on a book of my own and that his ‘making things up and writing them down’ attitude truly changed my life, but I’m entirely too shy. Even as I’m writing this I’m afraid he’ll stumble across this meandering post while checking out tags involving himself and that this, after all the years of wishing to communicate with him somehow, will be the awkward little note he discovers and then it will be the story of how we first interacted.
Mr. Gaiman, if you’re seeing this— you are my absolute greatest hero of all time. You probably hear that (and this cliché) about a million times a day, but that shouldn’t de-legitimise my own little accolade for you.
So…hello.
