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Been ignoring this for a while.

It's all on the epic blog, so I'll just tell you what's going on in my life sparsely, and if anyone's actually paying attention to this aside from Katie, tapdance.

• I feel trapped in my life right now. 
• I'm in love with two different people right now for intensely different reasons.
• I'm back in the Roses. Azrael's still a dick, still fighting for me (or it against me)?
• Katie's in the Roses too. That's right. If you ever thought I was making them up, now there's one you've known and loved, non-existent bitches! Whew!
• I sound excited there, but really I'm just freaking out
• Really I'm just waiting for someone to hurt her
• and therefore me. 
• I miss Schultz and Kate Murley and April and Morgan and Conner AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, I MISS HANNAH NATHAN. April and Morgan are pretty good about answering me, but too busy to do stuff.
• This get its own bullet because I'm a dick: Kate Murley hates me and will probably never talk to me again.
• I probably deserve it. I'm not her heart and didn't deserve to act it, not for ten seconds or ten words alike. 
• Schultz is probably pretty scared to hang out with me. I'm different, she's never met the human me before. I'm a commodity, realized too late she'd read my blog and she won't ask about it. She's self-sufficient when it comes to suffering; much like me.
• Conner's okay with me, but I just like it when he's happy. I know he's stressing that little head of black curls about all sorts of things, and I worry.
• Notice I do not say Molly. Why did I not have molly on my list? 
• She's in the Roses too. 
• Fuck you, that's right. It is so totally right!
• In fact, Molly is one of the most powerful people in the Roses. She's a Mordu, which is the Elemental representation for Human Madness, Human Potential, Human Pain, Human Love, whatever. They're the extreme, they can go both ways. 
• She's also been playing Tonsil Hockey with Ryan.
• She'll never tell you this, even if you ask her will she not tell you. 
• Why? Why won't she tell you?
• Firstly, she doesn't exist.
• Secondly, it's called the Law of Concealment. I, being the Law, may break it. She, being not the Law, may not. 

That's my life.

Eliac/Payton/Lady Balance/Fortuneteller/whatever the fuck I am
out.