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Monday, February 19, 2007


Maybe...
Maybe I have finally lost my mind? Maybe I've gone so far and haven't even realised it? Did I leave my notebook in his car? No, I didn't. I just couldn't remember if I had brought it in with me when he dropped me off, after we spent an hour sitting there, talking.

I said "fuck" a lot last night. And acted drunk. I can't distinguish a line that really needs to be distinguished. It's so thin that I don't know where to draw it, but it needs to be drawn. I'm scared to do this on my own, but I have to. Why doesn't he ever check my site? I comment on his blog thingy, why doesn't he ever comment on mine? I wish he would. It would give me something to read.

I have to draw that line in the next four days, so when I come back, I'll be better and she won't be there any more.

"Twisted every way?
What answer can I give?
Am I to risk my life to win the chance to live?
Can I betray the girl who once inspired my voice?
Do I become her prey?
Do I have any choice?

"She kills without a thought
She murders all that's good
I know I can't refuse
And yet, I wish I could
Oh god if I agree,
What horrors wait for me?
In this, the phantom's opera?"



"She's nothing without her dark side."

Will that be me? Will I be nothing?I'm on the verge of a break down. I can feel it. But I have to rebuild myself. I have to pick up the piece when I'm broken, so I'm stronger.


I have to be Squall's key. So I must become the strongest substance. I will be.

I want to be a lion, too.

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