gone are the days...

Oh life fucking sucks. In it's own stupid little niggling annoying fuck-off ways.


On the plus side I found a couple new online comics to get addicted to today. And the minus side, again it makes me wish I could make one. Le sigh. So much easier than writing fic.

I was thinking yesterday, about how Ian mentioned the Prophets are changingand evolving their sound, and while that's a good thing, a wonderful thing, I was thinking well what if I don't like the new sound? And what if that puts me off writing Prophetslash. Coz that'd suck.

I need a new fandom. And to meet new people. I just need to expand my circle of friends. Some days it's hard to remember I have any. That's why mum was pissed at me on Sunday, because I was in a mood acting like a brat. Because I was lonely.