CrimsonTokala

So I haven't logged on since July of 2013. It is now March of 2015. Last time I was on I promised to update and write more poetry. Sorry I didn't keep that promise. My poetry blows chunks anyway. The fanfic *violently shudders* was much worse. Dear Lord. Who let me put that up? Anyway. Back to the point. I'll try to linger and write actually, decent literature that isn't crap. My sincerest apologies for anyone that read that, I really am not that awfully depressing in real life.

Sitting in my living room with my foot propped up and wrapped, I can't help but curse and throw a crutch across the room. I would go into a long-winded explanation that would probably end up in tears, but i'd rather not. I'm sure everyone is sick of this broken foot. Looking back onto my DA page, I realize I have failed to do much of anything the last few months. I have all of these wonderful, twisted, mesmerizing ideas floating around my head and I have accomplished nothing. So while i'm laid up with a Jones fracture and having nervous breakdowns because I can't work for two months, I will get shit done. (And continue to hum Christmas tunes.

So i'm at my boyfriend's apartment on campus, enjoying the rainy day and writing. And apparently in my sleep I talk about loony bins and Lassie. I'm glad he loves me so much, I put him through some weird shit.