"And I'm Going to Go There Free..."
Aug. 9th, 2005 11:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
*trembles*
I am going to be a good girl. A good girl.
To-day I have managed not to be right, not to finish things, not to be a good sister, not to explain things properly, not to be any use, and not not to talk about these things because the last thing anybody needs is my angst on top of everything else.
I think I need to go away.
Conveniently, I am. I'd forgotten to say. We're leaving Saturday.
*collects pocketsful of stones and rubs them*
I love my mother so much it hurts.
I do need to go away, and collect myself. I must learn to be less sad, and I shall learn to be a good girl.
I want to laugh. I don't know why I won't.
*lines stones up in a box* ...If stones are bits of Soujin that do not fit properly on their beach by the lake, then going away Saturday is finding a box to put them in to make them safe.
Last year I had beautiful books to read when we went away. I had Frankenstein and Orlando and Dracula and lots of books. This year I have Brothers Karamazov and Gawain and the Green Knight. I have something else, too, but I can't remember it. I want to sleep for a long time. I want to find a good place to be. I want to pretend to be whole and I want to smile a lot.
Only I remember that I'm always a little lonely when we go away. I remember that.
And I remember the piano.
And David.
And I remember the broken stained-glass window in my room, the tiny one up by the ceiling.
I will be a good girl.
I like birch bark.
I hadn't realised I was going away Saturday. That's awfully soon, isn't it?
I am going to be a good girl. A good girl.
To-day I have managed not to be right, not to finish things, not to be a good sister, not to explain things properly, not to be any use, and not not to talk about these things because the last thing anybody needs is my angst on top of everything else.
I think I need to go away.
Conveniently, I am. I'd forgotten to say. We're leaving Saturday.
*collects pocketsful of stones and rubs them*
I love my mother so much it hurts.
I do need to go away, and collect myself. I must learn to be less sad, and I shall learn to be a good girl.
I want to laugh. I don't know why I won't.
*lines stones up in a box* ...If stones are bits of Soujin that do not fit properly on their beach by the lake, then going away Saturday is finding a box to put them in to make them safe.
Last year I had beautiful books to read when we went away. I had Frankenstein and Orlando and Dracula and lots of books. This year I have Brothers Karamazov and Gawain and the Green Knight. I have something else, too, but I can't remember it. I want to sleep for a long time. I want to find a good place to be. I want to pretend to be whole and I want to smile a lot.
Only I remember that I'm always a little lonely when we go away. I remember that.
And I remember the piano.
And David.
And I remember the broken stained-glass window in my room, the tiny one up by the ceiling.
I will be a good girl.
I like birch bark.
I hadn't realised I was going away Saturday. That's awfully soon, isn't it?
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Date: 2005-08-10 03:59 am (UTC)And also, *hugs bunches*
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Date: 2005-08-10 04:06 am (UTC)*hugs back*
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Date: 2005-08-10 04:17 am (UTC)taking dictationwriting. And then maybe I can send it before Saturday so it'll definitely get there on time. *g* Address?(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-10 04:36 am (UTC)I'll know to-morrow.
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Date: 2005-08-10 04:41 am (UTC)Okeydokey!
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Date: 2005-08-11 01:50 am (UTC)I have it. I shall post it to-night.
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Date: 2005-08-10 11:15 pm (UTC)You're leaving again. ;____;
Can we write to you there? I've mailed Hamlet's letter to Horatio, but perhaps I will write to you as myself. Gasp!
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Date: 2005-08-11 12:47 am (UTC)Yes! Yes, of course. I just need to find the address.
*hugs* I'm so glad you're back. I was going to telephone to-night if you weren't on. What happened? ;_;
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Date: 2005-08-11 12:55 am (UTC)Oh, excellent! You cannot escape me.
*hugs tightly* I nearly called you, as well. My internet went down Sunday night; a malfunction with our connection. I've been going mad. And am terribly sorry I stood you up for our sleepy!cuteness.
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Date: 2005-08-11 12:56 am (UTC)But do I want to?
*wobbles* It's fine, don't worry about that. I'm just glad you're all right. For some reason I'd gotten the idea you were ill, and I was biting my nails all yesterday.
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Date: 2005-08-11 01:02 am (UTC)...I assume so. ^_~ Perhaps we could telephone once before you leave?
You're not the only one, actually, and I do feel terrible for worrying everyone. I've been no worse than usual, and still have my doctor's appointment tomorrow.
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Date: 2005-08-11 01:05 am (UTC)We could! We could on Friday, yes indeed we could.
It's okay. Okay. *squashhugs* Oh! Doctor's appointment! Good good good.
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Date: 2005-08-11 01:07 am (UTC)Oooh, excellent!
Still. ;___; *snugglecuddles* No doubt, you shall hear all about it.
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Date: 2005-08-11 01:12 am (UTC)Yes yes. *bounce*
*hugs* Yes, I want to. I want to know how it goes.
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Date: 2005-08-11 01:25 am (UTC)I'm not expecting much, but we'll see.
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Date: 2005-08-11 01:50 am (UTC)Okay. *hops anxiously*