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The air remains cold but the winter seems to have lost much of its bite. The promise of spring has shown its first signs after our winter ordeal.
All things considered it could have been worse. Though I am a little sad to see the winter fade. Where I'm from, it's a beautiful season; pristine, silent and beautiful.
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Lately it seems almost every time I turn this on, a familiar face has gone, leaving behind heartache and sorrow.
So many here want nothing more than to return home. It's more than understandable; we're prisoners here, in an alien city, chipped and observed as some twisted test. And yet we mourn the loss of our companions; friends from our world, friends from another. I wish I could say it was simply a case of misery loving company, but it's not. People form tight bonds here, lasting friendships.
Two people dear to me recently lost their families. I didn't know what to say. There are things you can tell someone; you can give them condolences and wish them well, but such things seem practiced and insincere. I don't want to be that. I don't want to be some mouthpiece of tired sayings. For the first time I want to speak freely, honestly. I want to tell them "I want to be there for you. I want to help in any way I can." But it never comes out right, and all that happens is I seem to make matters worse.
I feel like a marionette, being pulled through the motions again and again. Ukon tells me not to be like that, that I should express myself more. But somewhere I lost that part of myself with him, and now I can't even help the people who matter most in the smallest possible way.
What am I doing? What should I do?
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Umi, I hope you have a happy birthday.
All things considered it could have been worse. Though I am a little sad to see the winter fade. Where I'm from, it's a beautiful season; pristine, silent and beautiful.
[Private, Hackable]
Lately it seems almost every time I turn this on, a familiar face has gone, leaving behind heartache and sorrow.
So many here want nothing more than to return home. It's more than understandable; we're prisoners here, in an alien city, chipped and observed as some twisted test. And yet we mourn the loss of our companions; friends from our world, friends from another. I wish I could say it was simply a case of misery loving company, but it's not. People form tight bonds here, lasting friendships.
Two people dear to me recently lost their families. I didn't know what to say. There are things you can tell someone; you can give them condolences and wish them well, but such things seem practiced and insincere. I don't want to be that. I don't want to be some mouthpiece of tired sayings. For the first time I want to speak freely, honestly. I want to tell them "I want to be there for you. I want to help in any way I can." But it never comes out right, and all that happens is I seem to make matters worse.
I feel like a marionette, being pulled through the motions again and again. Ukon tells me not to be like that, that I should express myself more. But somewhere I lost that part of myself with him, and now I can't even help the people who matter most in the smallest possible way.
What am I doing? What should I do?
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Umi, I hope you have a happy birthday.