[The LP is turned on by an absent brush of B's hand, but it only hits the voice recording, so that you can listen to him talking to himself for a little moment.]

... -a-year.
It starts to feel like the orphanage all over... [Being stuck somewhere. Chasing after nothing, but a shadow forever and ever] ... only that I don't get lessons and tests... ( Read more... )

.... 23.

I don't like 23 at all. It's not the right kind of number. I shouldn't ever have reached that age.

Well, technically this is not the day anyway, but I'll stick with the date.

This is fucking annoying.

Well, Happy Birthday to me or something like that.

[Sighs. Also... nightmares? What nightmares? B hasn't found his own yet and therefore does not ( Read more... )

Now I know what High School is like.  I could've lived very well without this knownledge.

At least I have an appartement now.

Still, I need to leave. There are things to be finished at home.

[It was too late. The day he had been supposed to die was over. And B hated it. So much]

Someone died.

That's not unsual. It happens everywhere, everyday, every minute. The world goes on. So get over it.