~~depth without focus.

i get the most insistent feeling that this is all a waste of time. ok, i know it is. well, not necessarily writing, but thinking and thinking and letting one subject dominate me like that. i mean, there are many other things of interest, and actually normally i would ramble on about them quite randomly. but there's just something about having a `fandom journal' that i write in this much, that's scary. i mean, few people do it, and there's probably good reason, it being that they probably have lives, or something like that.
    ( angsty!reena. *smirk* )

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anyway.
wah, epicyclical made it all better, with the question of whether keats and shelley were sleeping together or not. *giggles* they are -so-, h/d. hee.
    EDIT - ivy wrote `writ on water', which is the most delightful keats/shelley slash ever-- okay, it may also be the first and -only- keats/shelley slash ever. but, mmmmrrrrrrr.
    awww, twue wuv.

``Ivy: who can be in love with someone called Fanny anyway?"

and hackthis wrote `never is a promise', so um. yah, i can always re-read it and have a good cry and feel cleansed. or something.