Logan's green notebook. Entry the ninth: Suicide Is Painless
Next person to save my life (by mistake or on purpose) is gonna get punched in the face.
Whenever you have truth it must be given with love, or the message and the messenger will be rejected. - Gandhi
Just because he was good doesn't mean he was always right. That's all I'm saying. Truth of the matter is that most of the time, no one wants to hear the truth. They'll say they want the truth, they'll ask you for the truth.. but they can't handle the truth. See, what people really want is the truth with a twist. The truth told in a way that fits their needs and wants.
Neil is gone. Neil is gone and it's all thanks to the truth. The fact that there is always going to be a small blonde detective in my life, and that I'm always going to love her more.
I'm starting to think that's a lie.
I don't love Veronica any more then I love Neil. I love Veronica in a different way. I feel honored when she wants me around. I feel like I'm worth something when she takes my hand. Veronica makes me feel strong, able, needed. Neil... With Neil I have a companion. Neil understands me and accepts who I am without condition. I love Neil because he knows me in ways other people never could. I love Neil because I never have to make excuses with him.
Not that any of this matters now. Once again I'm alone, in this stupid hut with it's charming hole in it's roof. I really need to fix that. Duncan is next door, snoring. Snoring in a way only Duncan Kane can. It's... dignified. How can someone make snoring sound dignified? Freak.
The bed still smells like Neil, it makes it really hard to get to sleep. I should go talk to him.
I can't talk to him.
God I hate this.
I just want him to come home.
I just want Veronica to look at me like I'm not the shit beneath her shoe.
Whenever you have truth it must be given with love, or the message and the messenger will be rejected. - Gandhi
Just because he was good doesn't mean he was always right. That's all I'm saying. Truth of the matter is that most of the time, no one wants to hear the truth. They'll say they want the truth, they'll ask you for the truth.. but they can't handle the truth. See, what people really want is the truth with a twist. The truth told in a way that fits their needs and wants.
Neil is gone. Neil is gone and it's all thanks to the truth. The fact that there is always going to be a small blonde detective in my life, and that I'm always going to love her more.
I'm starting to think that's a lie.
I don't love Veronica any more then I love Neil. I love Veronica in a different way. I feel honored when she wants me around. I feel like I'm worth something when she takes my hand. Veronica makes me feel strong, able, needed. Neil... With Neil I have a companion. Neil understands me and accepts who I am without condition. I love Neil because he knows me in ways other people never could. I love Neil because I never have to make excuses with him.
Not that any of this matters now. Once again I'm alone, in this stupid hut with it's charming hole in it's roof. I really need to fix that. Duncan is next door, snoring. Snoring in a way only Duncan Kane can. It's... dignified. How can someone make snoring sound dignified? Freak.
The bed still smells like Neil, it makes it really hard to get to sleep. I should go talk to him.
I can't talk to him.
God I hate this.
I just want him to come home.
I just want Veronica to look at me like I'm not the shit beneath her shoe.