Journal... journal... journal journal journal... What am I supposed to write in you again? You expect too much from my thoughts.
I am back in school...
I feel behind...
A lot of bad things are happening around me...
I feel useless most of the time...
Can I do nothing to ease the burden of others?
If only I were more.
If I were worthy of more.
I could do something
to save the ones I love
from the things that eat at their hearts.
What to do... what to say...
Journal, oh journal, you are too harsh.
"The surge or Rebirth shall become light and fill the world. Thou shalt lead the new Gods to their twilight. Thou destroyest and createst, thou powerless one. As the stirring footsteps of a giant shadow sound... Oh blessed be the little ones." -Fidchell's Prophecy, Dot Hack//G.U. Vol. 3
- Mood:
Angsty - Listening to: Myself screaming in my head.
- Eating: Hummus and Pita
- Drinking: Water