I have finally branched off from my other blog and created one just for me. No family, no hubby. No one to carry over into real life. This means I can be a melancholy bitch.
My address: #9 Melancholy Cove. It is a culdesac with one entrance and no exit. I entered it years ago and was unable to leave. Now I have been driven mad by the miserys of family, marriage work and now school. This is a place to let my apothecary jars vent before they explode all over my leather sofa.
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