You know, Bookaddict,I have found that this is a warm and caring place to air my feelings and everyone jumped in and cheered me up and was there for me so quickly that my day was saved.

I thank you all for being there for me and making me feel SO much better.

And yea, the caffeine helped too. :)

I expect today to be great!

What better place to air your feelings than this?

Hope you're feeling better now after the caffeine.

*pats shoulder*

There's always tomorrow.

Thanks, Safe. I am having a moment... stopped for a bit to check here and commiserate with friends... and am having a hot cup of tea... yay caffeine!

I'm so glad I have you guys!
It's good bein' a Browncoat!

Chin up kiddo.

Have a momment. It helps.

Thank you Asarian, for Tennyson paraphrased and for being a good friend.

I am better this afternoon, and I'll never stop holdin'. You can count on it!

Hey FollowMal,

This is your private space; just be gentle enough with yourself to allow yourself to do anything here; even whine, should you so feel inclined. :) Not that you're whining, but I think I'm often doing just that, in my own blog, and then I just think: "This is my party, I can cry if I want to." :) You're always there for others; be here just for you, okay?

Besides, what is this I hear about FireFly not being real-life? :) We all miss the FireFly Love, the warm sensations of family, and bonds that reach deep to appeal to our humanity. That, for me, is what makes it real; or, rather, what pulls FireFly into the realm of reality: it shows me something I find a great shortage of in real life. It's Love, in point of fact. And we want it back, gorramit! :)

You just hold! Hold until Mal gets back! And I will do likewise; and we will do the impossible; and that will make us mighty!

Feel free to "pull yourself straight", if that's what you need to do. On the other hand, I would fully understand (and probably encourage it a little) if you just allowed yourself to experience the sadness over that huge FireFly-shaped hole in your heart. And you did just that! In pouring yourself out, where you could see it, you give voice to your sense of loss. To paraphrase Tennyson, ever-so subtlely,

I leave thy praises unexpress'd
In 'verse that brings myself relief,
And by the measure of my grief
I leave thy greatness to be guess'd.

Also, my door, like my heart, is always open; know you can always pour your heart here, in case it runneth over.

Thanks, CallMeSerenity...

*hugs* back.

And they will.

Yeah, we all have days like that!

*hugs* and I hope things get better.