Eh. I'll find a place to stash 'em soon enough. Was thinking about picking up my guitar for a while since I won't be able to practice tomorrow. I'm going to a show, and I'm putting up some fliers after school.
I'm going to say something, and I really don't care what the Watchers or anyone else thinks of me for saying it.
I think, no matter how much I want to quit, I'm in this for life. Maybe not all the way. I don't know that I can ever be Summers, or hell, even Faith has a kind of crazy dedication to the job. But patrolling every night. Protecting the people that I love. That'll always be something I'll do, I think.
But dying for the world...I think I've found too much to live for. So what I have to say is this: neither one of us can put off on others what we aren't willing to do ourselves. We're always gonna be in the reserves and that's okay. But it's also okay not to feel like we're meant for the front lines, because if we're there, and our heart isn't in it one hundred percent? We're going to do more harm than good.
So if that's you, too? Hank, you're seventeen years old and I want you to see eighteen, and nineteen, and twenty five and thirty.
I'm not stirring up shit, I'm being sincere: I like it when you forget you're not my mom. You're good at this shit.
I've never had a problem with being a Slayer. Slayers are heroes, and I never have believed that's what I am? But it's what I always wanted to be. I wanna be good enough, worthy enough for this thing I was born with. I love to fight, I throw my weight behind my patrols, and I don't back down from a fight 'cause I'm ready for it.
That's just it, though: I'm ready to fight, I'll fight all day and night. I'm just not ready to die.
I dunno if I'm gonna put these drums away any time soon, but I think they're back in tune. I think I feel a little better. Thanks, Bee.
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I think, no matter how much I want to quit, I'm in this for life. Maybe not all the way. I don't know that I can ever be Summers, or hell, even Faith has a kind of crazy dedication to the job. But patrolling every night. Protecting the people that I love. That'll always be something I'll do, I think.
But dying for the world...I think I've found too much to live for. So what I have to say is this: neither one of us can put off on others what we aren't willing to do ourselves. We're always gonna be in the reserves and that's okay. But it's also okay not to feel like we're meant for the front lines, because if we're there, and our heart isn't in it one hundred percent? We're going to do more harm than good.
So if that's you, too? Hank, you're seventeen years old and I want you to see eighteen, and nineteen, and twenty five and thirty.
If you think you need to walk away? Then do it.
And that's all I have to say.
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I've never had a problem with being a Slayer. Slayers are heroes, and I never have believed that's what I am? But it's what I always wanted to be. I wanna be good enough, worthy enough for this thing I was born with. I love to fight, I throw my weight behind my patrols, and I don't back down from a fight 'cause I'm ready for it.
That's just it, though: I'm ready to fight, I'll fight all day and night. I'm just not ready to die.
I dunno if I'm gonna put these drums away any time soon, but I think they're back in tune. I think I feel a little better. Thanks, Bee.
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