Holes.

Robert bought me some new holes today. The industrial piercing looks really good; I'd been wanting that for a while. At least, some new kind of body mod. This changes me enough to mark a milestone---stick some needles in me, I'm good.

Last night I had some good stuff for the first time. And it was excellent. Now I have a few more bruises, and am not entirely sure how I got them. That's okay.

This season's cold; it finally started snowing today. And it's a pining sort of time, where things feel a bit fresh and washed away, and yet that longing for something new's still in the air. Winter is a time of limbo, of stasis. Finally it's come, and that thing that's been hanging in the air is washed away, leaving nothing it its path.

I'm moving on. And yet there's still something I'm chasing after. Someone. 'Cept I'm absolutely shitty at this stuff. And if someone were to take up the responsibility for me, I'd feel like a twelve-year-old girl.

I need to get up early and write about myself. The sunrise must wait.