So, uh, Mystery Author, I did some, um. Journal stalking. And I've narrowed it down to a few personages, and if you are the one of them I think you are I APOLOGIZE STRONGLY because oh bugger and fuck I kind of... forgot. That I friendslocked my journal to kingdom come and back.
SORRY!!!!! BUT I SERIOUSLY FOR SHIZ LOVE THE CRAP OUT OF THIS FIC AND OMG OMG OMG I am really rather smart and can write elegiacal essays on Things, when I am not broken into pieces and/or exhausted and/or working on school or work or whathaveyou. I can also write elegiacal essays on the crazy business stuff that's going on in this EPIC WORK OF EPIC GORGEOUSNESS, and that Thing you are doing with Jareth, I wanna know where it's going because I am hella curious to, like, the eighth power.
I'm going to vomit or die, either or, or possibly both.
Total harddrive crash. All of it. Everything gone. My planner/life/EVERYTHING, all my music, my writing, my planner, my music, my art my writing and I am going to lose my mind along with it all if I don't have it back now, because that was the record of my life since May of last year and without that, without all that information, and my schedule, and appointments, and my writing and my music, god, the music, I have... nothing.
I don't know what to do, and my whole body hurts from the anxiety and I had records and a plan and all of it has gone.
I don't know what to do, can't sleep, can't stop panicking, I am so sick with this I just can't.