August 7, 2010.
Discomfited Disregard
"They say my generation has a short attention span."
She got out of bed slowly, pausing to wipe the thin sheen of sweat off her forehead. Brow furrowed with worry, she set about her life, trying to forget, one dream at a time. Maybe someday it would actually work, and she'd even forget the Skeleton.
One tear, filled with discomfited disregard.
A/N: Can I just say that 'discomfited' has to be one of my favorite words ever? Because it is.
Sunshine and laughter and dead butterflies~
Sweethearted.