Everyone has troubles but you believe we can all overcome them.
Nicola x x x
Happiness is like a Butterfly: The more you pursue it, the more it will elude you. But if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder...
"The best thing to hold onto in life is each other."
Location: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
I am currently:
You hide how you're feeling and lie to those who detect your true state. *hug*
Deep trouble, losing control. Primary resistance at a critical low.
On the double gotta get ahold. Point of no return one second to go. No response on any level. Red alert this vessel's under seige, total overload. System's down, they've got control.
There's no way out.
"Resolve to be tender with the young, compassionate with the aged,
sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant with the weak and wrong because sometime in your life you will have been all of these."
Location: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
I am currently:
You care greatly for other people.
Deep trouble, losing control. Primary resistance at a critical low.
On the double gotta get ahold. Point of no return one second to go. No response on any level. Red alert this vessel's under seige, total overload. System's down, they've got control.
There's no way out.
Location: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
I am currently:
You are very philosophical and hopeful.
Deep trouble, losing control. Primary resistance at a critical low.
On the double gotta get ahold. Point of no return one second to go. No response on any level. Red alert this vessel's under seige, total overload. System's down, they've got control.
There's no way out.
It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls,
but only that we had loved them and that they hadn't heard us calling,
still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time,
and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
Location: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
I am currently:
You love someone so much and you're afraid to lose them, because you can't see yourself feeling the same way about anyone else.
Deep trouble, losing control. Primary resistance at a critical low.
On the double gotta get ahold. Point of no return one second to go. No response on any level. Red alert this vessel's under seige, total overload. System's down, they've got control.
There's no way out.
It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls,
but only that we had loved them and that they hadn't heard us calling,
still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time,
and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
