Anastasia

One year...two...three...seven. Amethyst is seven. I'm twenty-six. And in that time I've had moments I wouldn't give up for the world...and moments I'd trade for a bed of nails, the iron maiden, being buried alive, or death - any or all of the worst things the human creature has discovered or created to torture his fellow man.
And a visit like the one today...fucking A, I'm glad I'm so busy with work that I don't have time to cry about the past.
Oh, and Clip..it's nearly our "anniversary"...and the annual tattoo convention is next weekend...are you going to look me up?
Laters