Poetry & Prozac

Whoops, I haven't posted in awhile. Last week was really good, but the last few days have been kicking my ass emotionally. I just feel super frustrated about my life and internet social stuff and I've never been good at just letting things roll off my back.

No one's actually done anything to me, I'm just sad about certain people's cliquey tendencies. I don't even really care about not being included anymore (though it always sucks to be left out), I'm just genuinely baffled by the choice to lock yourself away and avoid interacting with the rest of a fandom.

I am LOVING my fannish experience lately. Especially since the Easy friending meme. It's just so much fun flailing WITH people instead of at them.

Speaking of friends, mine are incredible. I know some gorgeous incredible sweet loving funny generous talented women who for some baffling reason give a fuck about me too. I don't pretend to understand, but I'm so so grateful to them.

And, I'm always around, okay? You need someone to talk to about whatever, happy, sad, reality, fiction, anything, hit me up. bluestargirl at gmail dot com (and gtalk too, obviously), purestarwater6 on AIM, www.twitter.com/kelseya. I mean it, if any of you need anything please feel free to come to me. I;m not sure I can balance out all of the incredible kindness I've been given, but I'm more than willing to try.