mince and tomato soup, with some leaves from the store. was good with some bread. might have some tomorrow for lunch..

i adopted another kitten, pillow, but he's camerashy. he belongs to my boyfriend, @squeakiejellyboy.

thanks! it's a job I love doing. I like the lil' anime girl you sent, haha. <3

you too.

i'm not the man you need me to be, my love, the door slammed hard, brett's teeth rattling with pure anger. why. why was he so stupid? why did he say that? why was he so dependent on his lover? why did he have to ruin every good thing he had? calling out to you, yeah, phone buzzing, my love, he threw his phone to the wall, the screen cracking against hard plaster and wood. he was seeing pure red. he hated himself. brett scrambled in his nightstand drawer, eyes burning with unshed tears. it was times like this where he wished he hadn't promised to stay sober. i look for you in every crowd, but my love, brett's fingers trembled against the blade. his pants were around his ankles, tears now dripping onto the gray-blue skin as he held the cold metal to his thigh. one slash, then two, then three. he stopped counting. i can't be yours. he was crying now. full blown, body wracking sobs, clutching his broken phone like a lifeline. he wished he could do something. call orion, call revell, text han, do something. brett felt every sting of pain as he curled up in his bed, tapping at the screen but to no avail. i'm too broken to be yours. he spoke. for the first time since this whole mess in his head started, he spoke. a loud, long cry of pure agony at the thought that he might actually lose the people he love due to his own stupid uncontrollable emotions. "you blue eyed, sweet voiced, soft hearted loverboy."

cutie came back. <3