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My angelfish died tonight. She was almost four years old. I can't be sure if it's his fault, but I secretly blame the Hub.

I'm having a bad night. I'm in a really bad space in my head these past few days. Emotions are high, and I suspect it is time to put the hair dryer away and go sit in the bath tub and cry for a while. I want things that I really don't want, but for some reason, they seem like a great idea right now. They're not. I know that. I just have to convince myself of that. And I will, eventually. After I cry myself to sleep for no apparent reason, except for the fact that my angelfish died and I wish I were not already in love, but falling in love again, cause really, it seems like such a fantastic thing when you're not doing it.

My Halloween was ruined. I have pictures of me and Roger, and maybe tomorrow, if I'm not too busy drownding my sorrows in buying new fish and cross stitching like a mad motherfucker, I will post them.

Apparently I'm going dancing next weekend. I've never been dancing. Strange, isn't it? I'm going on 23 years old, and I've never been clubbing, or dancing, or any of that shit that young people do. Am I old? How much of my life did getting married at 22 take away? Did I want that part of it to begin with? Probably not.