[2] Existence here is so questionable...
Too many feelings were created by that moment yesterday for me to figure them all out...
But I think I find that it feels more comforting for some reason to feel that negatively about things... or perhaps not to care at all.
Why? Why is it so difficult to be happy? To smile like that? It didn't feel genuine at all... Is it because I want the sympathy and consolation that comes arbitrarily attached to unhappiness?
...No. Sympathy for what? What kind of sympathy would I even want? It's like I told him... I'm not special here. Everyone is going through the same thing, apparently.
It just seems so irrational, to be so miserable without any purpose or knowledge why. Why would I be so desperate for such a thing...?
But... there surely must be something more precious I can hold onto here than mere fleeting happiness. Something far more fulfilling...
...I found my room.
Who is... Sephiroth?