║ seventy-second stanza ║ voice

[mumbled_truth]

So... A lot of people have already mentioned that this has happened before. I guess it's not really surprising, given how many curses seem to come back around - how many of them feel almost like traditions by now.

About a week ago marked three years since I arrived here. It manages to feel both much longer and shorter than that, at the same time. I've... I've never entirely understood how that's possible, it just... is.

Oh. Um. If... anybody finds a picture that they think is mine, I guess you can let me know? I'm not even sure if there are any.

[He rather hopes there aren't, but... he's exhausted how much he can really say without feeling too exposed and uncomfortable. So he cuts it there.]


[ooc: placeholder... life continues to kick my butt, but I am working my way through things. Thank you to all for your patience, ilu poly.]

Comments

[never_very_good]

That's what I mean.

[Hey, Frankie wasn't going to call attention to it. Weird as hell for him, too.]

[mumbled_truth]

Of course. I'll let you know.

[never_very_good]

Thanks.