All this time, I was getting to a point: a point where I could finally let it go. I could stop feeling that cynicism I've felt ever since I was young. I was hoping for something that could make me believe that I could finally give in to a feeling that was true. It was what I thought I was sent to Econtra for, besides all of the fighting: I wanted to grow, to believe that this place is worth fighting for.
Then there are times like these where its pointless. We have a handful of people who want to fight and the rest are in ga-ga land settling down here. I don't know what I was expecting...I guess something better than somebody's badly written high school drama. I really don't want to be negative, but damn, it really is hard to stay positive, to care.
Even these dumb journal entries. Will it matter, a few days from now, if the Entropi blasts us to smithereens and this dumb thing is incinerated, and the Entropi are having a drink laughing about the things we used to say. Warriors. Here?
Doubtful.
It was pointless to bring him here again. He's running in circles, doing the same things he always did. He wants to kill. He doesn't know the burden that it requires. I'm finding it easier to not care. I...I need your help, Sensei. I'm hating this world.