She was calm. So calm.
A master at hiding her true feelings, huh.
She felt like a parent trying to scold a pair of immature arguing kids. Ugh, grown-ups. Sometimes they’re worse than troublesome children. Why must they complicate things so?
She didn’t want to feel. She wanted to be numb, indiffirent, manhid.
She wanted to be unaffected by it all.
She wanted to be strong for her sister, who was crying because of it.
Will they never learn?
She kept up the calm facade, because she had to be firm, she had to be stable.
When the young ones were safely off to school, she locked herself in her room.
Perched on the edge of her bed, she wept.
i figured it was time for new beginnings. the old asylum was getting rather crowded, what with three years worth of lamentations.
so i have moved to a new home, a spankin' new asyLuM. if you miss the old one, you can still read my laments of yore here.
welcome, then.
look who’s talking. =P
Hello nerdies…
nerd…..
everything here is so fine. like to read more….
ey, i’ve added you to my blogroll already.. without waiting for your consent haha. ^_^
i’ll add u to mine as well! =)
@coriander: sure no problem! 
i’ve definitely been here before. would it be ok if i add this asylum to my blogroll? 
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i was here! darn, i like it here.
interesting.. calm.. beyond belief.. keep it up!
so based on my tracing abilities, i found out you run 4 interesting blogs, and i’ll have them bookmarked in my comp.
jeub! thanks for the drop.
touch landing. ^^,)
Hi there. Just passing by and read.
hello keep bloggin here!
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