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{FAILED LOCK}
Dec. 8th, 2010 12:33 amWhy can't everybody just leave me alone? I want to be left alone.
{LOCKED FROM CROSS AND ANITA}
Nov. 6th, 2010 06:32 pmI hate Cross Marian and everyone like him.
I also hate people who let people like him use them, don't even care that he's a self-absorbed jerk, and defend him even when he's being rude to and insulting their supposed friends.
I also hate people who let people like him use them, don't even care that he's a self-absorbed jerk, and defend him even when he's being rude to and insulting their supposed friends.
{FAILED LOCK}
Nov. 5th, 2010 01:57 pmI don't think it's working.
I don't think it's going to work.
Anytime I try to sleep I just have these dreams. Torn-off heads. Dungeons. Father. Even normal things-- like beaches; the hot springs at Ember Island or learning to swim in the ocean-- they're all turning into nightmares.
I want to call Lilith. I want to call Lisa at work. I want to go train for five hours straight until my skin is on fire and my muscles are burning with pain.
This'll probably be visible. I locked it, but it probably won't work, and the world will know how pathetic I am. Not crazy. Just pathetic. They'll avoid me, which I won't mind until the next time I get lonely; they'll think I'm weird and creepy, which I will mind, because that's not what perfect warriors are like. I can't sleep.
My country is dying and I can't go help it because apparently I'm not strong enough-- I know I wouldn't be able to wrestle it away from Zuko and the rest of the traitors with the way I am now and knowing that only makes it worse.
Soon, this'll go away and I'll be able to rest again, and I'll be able to trick myself into thinking that I'm close to being back to my old self. And then it'll repeat itself. Again. And again. And again. No end in sight.
It's no wonder people say they'd just let me drown. Father would do the same thing.
I don't think it's going to work.
Anytime I try to sleep I just have these dreams. Torn-off heads. Dungeons. Father. Even normal things-- like beaches; the hot springs at Ember Island or learning to swim in the ocean-- they're all turning into nightmares.
I want to call Lilith. I want to call Lisa at work. I want to go train for five hours straight until my skin is on fire and my muscles are burning with pain.
This'll probably be visible. I locked it, but it probably won't work, and the world will know how pathetic I am. Not crazy. Just pathetic. They'll avoid me, which I won't mind until the next time I get lonely; they'll think I'm weird and creepy, which I will mind, because that's not what perfect warriors are like. I can't sleep.
My country is dying and I can't go help it because apparently I'm not strong enough-- I know I wouldn't be able to wrestle it away from Zuko and the rest of the traitors with the way I am now and knowing that only makes it worse.
Soon, this'll go away and I'll be able to rest again, and I'll be able to trick myself into thinking that I'm close to being back to my old self. And then it'll repeat itself. Again. And again. And again. No end in sight.
It's no wonder people say they'd just let me drown. Father would do the same thing.
