Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 10, 2012 17:13:05 GMT -8
3/10/2012
I don't intend to use this book as some sort of grimiore or journal. I know damn well what I've done in my life and need not put it all to paper in some half mad drive for immortality, of a sort.
Mabey when the internet is back up and running I'll put all these words from paper to keyboard. Until then.
Until then, I'll put my thoughts to paper. They have been taking up too much space in my mind. Too many thoughts hammering my brain.
I never thought about my own mortality before. The hubris of youth I suppose. All throughout my young life I thought I was invincible. Untouchable. I've been put in the hospital by men and women more powerful than I could ever be. Had my ribs shattered, my bones broken, skull cracked, organs rutpured.
I honestly don't know what holds me up anymore. Rubber bands mabey?Never once did I stop. Never once did I balk at the trials and challenges set before me.
Sometimes I wonder what I was back then. During the civil war. A Hero? Was I a hero representing the downtrodden few? The Green versus The Blue. Reformers versus the defenders.
Was I a hero? Or just an idiot kid who didn't know when to back down. Didn't know how to back down. Was I so fight hungry that I used that war as an excuse? Did I
I have no regrets. None. I did what I had to do. To make it safe. To make it safe for her.
Only to be betrayed in my moment of triumph. I should have seen it comming really.Stein Archist. A bastard of the highest degree. A Killer without remorse. He saved my life and I trusted him and he betrayed that trust at the very end. Destroyed everything I worked for. So Many of my friends gone and
It was a mistake. Pure and simple.
Ok, Time for some less moody shit now. A few weeks in California and already I'm settled in. Found Silk, that was a happy reunion alright. Met some very interesting people. Might get the chance to pull them under my wing so to speak. Do for them what Leon-Sensei did for me. Wouldn't that be nice.
I found this book in a trashcan somewhere on the road to here. Momma always said everything happens for a reason. Mabey I'll keep this thing on me. Try writing my head into it again. I dunno.
Not used to this. Never had to write shit down like this before.
I'll try again tommorow. Practise makes perfect right?
I don't intend to use this book as some sort of grimiore or journal. I know damn well what I've done in my life and need not put it all to paper in some half mad drive for immortality, of a sort.
Mabey when the internet is back up and running I'll put all these words from paper to keyboard. Until then.
Until then, I'll put my thoughts to paper. They have been taking up too much space in my mind. Too many thoughts hammering my brain.
I never thought about my own mortality before. The hubris of youth I suppose. All throughout my young life I thought I was invincible. Untouchable. I've been put in the hospital by men and women more powerful than I could ever be. Had my ribs shattered, my bones broken, skull cracked, organs rutpured.
I honestly don't know what holds me up anymore. Rubber bands mabey?
Was I a hero? Or just an idiot kid who didn't know when to back down. Didn't know how to back down. Was I so fight hungry that I used that war as an excuse? Did I
I have no regrets. None. I did what I had to do. To make it safe. To make it safe for her.
Only to be betrayed in my moment of triumph. I should have seen it comming really.
It was a mistake. Pure and simple.
Ok, Time for some less moody shit now. A few weeks in California and already I'm settled in. Found Silk, that was a happy reunion alright. Met some very interesting people. Might get the chance to pull them under my wing so to speak. Do for them what Leon-Sensei did for me. Wouldn't that be nice.
I found this book in a trashcan somewhere on the road to here. Momma always said everything happens for a reason. Mabey I'll keep this thing on me. Try writing my head into it again. I dunno.
Not used to this. Never had to write shit down like this before.
I'll try again tommorow. Practise makes perfect right?
