Nothing is alright, nothing’s ok. I just pretend it is…
Dinner with Faith the rest of the night was interesting to say the least. It was kind of nice though not to eat dinner alone or in my dorm, it even gave me the slightest idea that maybe Faith and I could be friends; even if we were a bit on the total opposite side of things.
After everything went back to normal and Faith dropped me off at my dorm, I decided to stay up and study a little while. I had a few tests left before break and I didn’t feel the least bit tired, guess that’s what I get for having three cups of coffee after nine PM.
My mind was racing and in no way going to let me study anything, so I decided to pull my journal out and just write, let my mind go and see what’s there.
Being friends with Knowing Faith is still kind of strange and new. Then again being here in Boston is all kinds of new and exciting.
It’s lonely, I’d be a fool if I denied that - even if it was just to myself. I miss Sunnydale, I miss the ocean, I miss…
I miss my idea of what could have been with Willow.
Never have I been one to harp on things or pine after them, I’m not going to start now, I guess the wounds are still a bit fresh and deep. Class and this new project that has seemed to stumble it’s self on my lap has been keeping me busy, busy is good. It keeps you from thinking about things that you shouldn’t be. I shouldn’t be thinking about Willow.
I do wish her well, I hope that her and Oz find some happiness and balance with each other. They deserve it.
Hopefully, someday I will find someone. I don’t know if I want a perfect match, a puzzle piece that fits neatly into place. That’s always boring and has potential to go stale after a while. I do know that I don’t want a relationship like my parents had.
Maybe there’s a happy medium somewhere along the line?
I think there could be. I want someone who’s got his or her own mind, opinions, ideas and what not. I like the idea of not so much a person to fight with but maybe intense conversations, loving conflict. Little disagreements that get the mind going and make you crave not only more of the conversation but of that pers---
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I opened my eyes I looked around, blinking a few times before rubbing my eyes. It was so dark that I wasn’t sure for a moment if my eyes were open. “H-hello?” My head was pounding like someone was playing drums for hours and using my head for the drumstick.
Biting my lip, I sat up slowly and held my arms out, touching cold hard stone. I moved around and felt the walls, running my hands over whatever I could and trying to find a switch for a light or a knob for the door.
I found nothing till I stumbled over what felt like a bed, sitting on the edge I looked around, not a sliver of light could be seen from anywhere. The dark felt endless and suffocating at the same time.
Shifting on the bed I took a few deep breaths and closed my eyes, trying to remember the spell for the tinkerbell light that Willow and I learned when we were in Sunnydale.
After a few false tries I managed to calm myself down enough to work. There was a small flash of light and I heard a sound similar to igniting sulfur before the light lit up a bit of the room.
Looking around the room from where I sat I could tell this was some sort of cell. Even with the light it was dark and whatever room I was in was small and cramped, I felt suffocated and closed in.
The last thing I remembered was being in the dorm's and writing in my journal. There was a sharp pain and then nothing, now I'm here. But where is here?
Licking my lips I pressed my back against the wall, pulling my knees up to my chest and wrapping my arms around my legs, my eyes wide and darting around the room. “Oh god, w-where am I?”
After everything went back to normal and Faith dropped me off at my dorm, I decided to stay up and study a little while. I had a few tests left before break and I didn’t feel the least bit tired, guess that’s what I get for having three cups of coffee after nine PM.
My mind was racing and in no way going to let me study anything, so I decided to pull my journal out and just write, let my mind go and see what’s there.
Being friends with Knowing Faith is still kind of strange and new. Then again being here in Boston is all kinds of new and exciting.
It’s lonely, I’d be a fool if I denied that - even if it was just to myself. I miss Sunnydale, I miss the ocean, I miss…
I miss my idea of what could have been with Willow.
Never have I been one to harp on things or pine after them, I’m not going to start now, I guess the wounds are still a bit fresh and deep. Class and this new project that has seemed to stumble it’s self on my lap has been keeping me busy, busy is good. It keeps you from thinking about things that you shouldn’t be. I shouldn’t be thinking about Willow.
I do wish her well, I hope that her and Oz find some happiness and balance with each other. They deserve it.
Hopefully, someday I will find someone. I don’t know if I want a perfect match, a puzzle piece that fits neatly into place. That’s always boring and has potential to go stale after a while. I do know that I don’t want a relationship like my parents had.
Maybe there’s a happy medium somewhere along the line?
I think there could be. I want someone who’s got his or her own mind, opinions, ideas and what not. I like the idea of not so much a person to fight with but maybe intense conversations, loving conflict. Little disagreements that get the mind going and make you crave not only more of the conversation but of that pers---
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I opened my eyes I looked around, blinking a few times before rubbing my eyes. It was so dark that I wasn’t sure for a moment if my eyes were open. “H-hello?” My head was pounding like someone was playing drums for hours and using my head for the drumstick.
Biting my lip, I sat up slowly and held my arms out, touching cold hard stone. I moved around and felt the walls, running my hands over whatever I could and trying to find a switch for a light or a knob for the door.
I found nothing till I stumbled over what felt like a bed, sitting on the edge I looked around, not a sliver of light could be seen from anywhere. The dark felt endless and suffocating at the same time.
Shifting on the bed I took a few deep breaths and closed my eyes, trying to remember the spell for the tinkerbell light that Willow and I learned when we were in Sunnydale.
After a few false tries I managed to calm myself down enough to work. There was a small flash of light and I heard a sound similar to igniting sulfur before the light lit up a bit of the room.
Looking around the room from where I sat I could tell this was some sort of cell. Even with the light it was dark and whatever room I was in was small and cramped, I felt suffocated and closed in.
The last thing I remembered was being in the dorm's and writing in my journal. There was a sharp pain and then nothing, now I'm here. But where is here?
Licking my lips I pressed my back against the wall, pulling my knees up to my chest and wrapping my arms around my legs, my eyes wide and darting around the room. “Oh god, w-where am I?”