awakenings the eighth
Hell is that feeling that I get when, in my weaker moments, I believe that I don't belong with them. I'm dead, they're alive; this shouldn't be. I stick out like a sore thumb among them, I'm the only thing that's wrong with this picture.
There's nothing I can do about it, but even if I could, would I? If I can leave, I don't even have the will to try. This is what I want, it's so close to what I'd wish for if I dared. It's barely distinguishable from life.
My demons are the continued visions; just like in life. I remind myself that I could have peace, all I'd have to do is let go.
Sometimes you grant your own wishes, and sometimes the price is having what you want. Maybe he is right.
Yesterday was interesting. I do believe that the City mocks us at times with these curses. I wonder if there's an intentional lesson to be learned, or if it was just poking fun? I'm asking because I really wasn't paying that much attention!
Unrelatedly, do you have any hope left?
[ooc: strong ward is strong, mood reads as "curious", and icon appears as his default
EDIT: entry that is supposed to happen 'yesterday' should be considered to have been posted before midnight. Fuck you, EST]