He said to me once, in a moment of passion, that nothing he said was ever the truth but all of the lies that he told I'd believed. His truths were not lies but his lies were all truths and it wasn't long before I realized my truth. It was not him that was faulty but my own sugared judgement; that little girl sweetness that led me to ruin.

I thought that I needed lightness to see but it was through the darkness that I truly came to be. Freedom should not come with a price and yet if you ask any free woman, she's paid.

I think, maybe, I'm going to let the Fo`s adopt me. I don't see why I shouldn't.

It's amazing how the terrifying can be so educational. That is all.

No sleep and lunch today with Jonathan. I hope he's gentle with me as I'm not sure how quick I'll be mentally.

Stu finally fell asleep and kept breathing all night. I'm really worried about him and must make a point of speaking to Murdoc about what happened as well as Stu. I wish Julian was back in town but seems he is still away. I think he helped Stu medically once and, perhaps, the boy will speak with him.

Who: Jonathan and Heather
When: Today at lunch
Rating: General

( Too many people )

I wonder if I have enough credits to graduate and, if so, how good my SATS scores might be. Starting college now seems more and more like a good idea.

- Call about local SAT testing
- Check credits to graduation
- Call UNLV about enrollment

It wasn't something she should be doing, Heather knew that much. But she needed to get out and think. Things were changing and she just wasn't sure how to handle it all. Her foster parents had broached the subject of adoption. On the one hand she was flattered that they would want her for their daughter. On the other... they weren't her real parents.

So it was time to walk and think. Quiet helped, as did the cold. The sight of someone slumped over their steering wheel though, that was another story. Digging her cellphone out of her pocket, she slipped closer and, with one gloved hand, tapped at the window with her thumb poised over send and nine one one already inputted into the phone.

I have been lax about ROMA with the holidays and all. I have, in the past, answered questions for some of you. If any have a question they are afraid to ask, I've turned off logging and allowed anonymous posting if you would like to ask about anything. I will do my best to give a useful and cohesive answer.

There is nothing so adorable as red fingerprints.

Except Gil's smile.


That is all.

After some events of the snow in, I felt that many in Middle Area might benefit from a glance or three at this site. Or one might google panic attacks and treatment.

Panic attacks are not only scary for the one having them but also those around but one must always remember that the best ways past the attack are patience, understanding of the disorder and focus.

Thank you.