Okay, it's not just worried over James.

[kiya]

I just broke down in hysterics over a communication failure again.

Can't get the words together in an order that makes sense. Can't communicate. Can't say things that other people will understand.

Isolated.

Dialogue is existence.

Cannot . . . deal.

Cannot . . . fucking . . . deal.

Emotional stuff making me sick to my stomach again. He, she, it is nauseized.

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[kalmn.livejournal.com]

meh. [companionable head butt]

[kiya]

Yow.

(The ancient Egyptian word for cat was 'miw', clearly onomatopoeic; however, we only have one miw. The other one is clearly a 'yow'.)

Mrrrr.

[brooksmoses]

Blargh....

I wish I could hold you, and be able to communicate that way.

[kiya]

S'not you . . . .

[brooksmoses]

I didn't really think it was, although I suppose I didn't make it very clear. The wishing was more wishing for it because it would give you some sort of more solid existence-by-communication to hold on to to help you deal with whatever this is about.

[kiya]

I may have just been very stupid.

[rysmiel.livejournal.com]

*hug* sounds utterly horrible; be calm, and hope it passes soon.

[jenett]

Meep.

*much hugs if you want them*

I understand you. This is probably not a great deal of comfort, though, as I tend to.

*beats on universe, puts it in a small box until it promises to behave, and feeds it communication improving subliminal tapes while it's there*

[autumnesquirrel.livejournal.com]

*HUG*

[submarine-bells.livejournal.com]

*thinking of you*

[keshwyn]

Safe space here if you need it. *hug*