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shadowdaysOkay, I freaking LOVE Aussies. Anything on the barbie, no fucking worries. I'm adopting Grandpa Campbell, BTW, just for the record #yum #breakfast #mate
Apr. 15th, 2017
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Apr. 15th, 2017 03:11 ambeautifuldayAnyone want to watch a movie with me? Justin's having a bad so I want to stick close in case he needs me.
"Working my way back to you."
Apr. 15th, 2017 01:06 pmlikefatherlikesonWho: Justin Campbell and Sasha Stanford
What: TLC and Support
Where: The Hamptons, NY
When: Night
Justin hated those days where he knew his head was messing up on him, but he couldn't identify any rhyme nor reason why it was happening when it was. It had been an amazing week, surrounded by amazing people, celebrating a special birthday for the guy Justin loved with all his heart. He should be plateaued and relaxed. His brain had other ideas.
Whatever it was, it wasn't severe or anything like that. It was just the feeling of being bogged down in quicksand again, where his mind felt too full and too empty all at the same time. He ached all over, but again, not badly, just constant. He stayed in bed, then felt guilty for being antisocial. Getting up and trying to face integrating himself with everyone was tough, and he ended up here, sitting outside by the pool alone staring into space. Not a whole lot of progress compared to the rest of the day, but still something. Better than nothing, and all that.
ooc: home now - wordly distractions & love incoming ♥
What: TLC and Support
Where: The Hamptons, NY
When: Night
Justin hated those days where he knew his head was messing up on him, but he couldn't identify any rhyme nor reason why it was happening when it was. It had been an amazing week, surrounded by amazing people, celebrating a special birthday for the guy Justin loved with all his heart. He should be plateaued and relaxed. His brain had other ideas.
Whatever it was, it wasn't severe or anything like that. It was just the feeling of being bogged down in quicksand again, where his mind felt too full and too empty all at the same time. He ached all over, but again, not badly, just constant. He stayed in bed, then felt guilty for being antisocial. Getting up and trying to face integrating himself with everyone was tough, and he ended up here, sitting outside by the pool alone staring into space. Not a whole lot of progress compared to the rest of the day, but still something. Better than nothing, and all that.
ooc: home now - wordly distractions & love incoming ♥
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Apr. 15th, 2017 01:41 pmlivefortodayListening to Cruz Quinlan rehearsing Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood by Yusuf Islam. Haunting, yet poignant.
