July 12 - after the Festival
[Private to self]
I cannot believe him.... I mean, I know I was upset, earlier, but now I am just angry. All I did was come up to say hello, and that is how he treats me? Bastard. I wish he was dead, the slimy, rotten, backstabbing git...
Oh, who am I kidding? I can't even convincingly lie to myself! He looked- well, he looked like the Owen I remembered, Owen before that stupid Resurrection Glove, before Diane. All those things he said, though-
I just can't bring myself to hate him.
I cannot believe him.... I mean, I know I was upset, earlier, but now I am just angry. All I did was come up to say hello, and that is how he treats me? Bastard. I wish he was dead, the slimy, rotten, backstabbing git...
Oh, who am I kidding? I can't even convincingly lie to myself! He looked- well, he looked like the Owen I remembered, Owen before that stupid Resurrection Glove, before Diane. All those things he said, though-
I just can't bring myself to hate him.