{--35} ...
I was feeling better. I was and then I went outside to toss some trash from dinner last night. I've brushed my teeth twice now since losing my breakfast. I feel like I'm going to lose it again, so I start brushing again. So disgusting.
I don't know how much longer I can take this before I go insane. It's not personal, but it's so... these are living people. Even if they're technically dead, they still feel pain. And of course, all he does is bitch like it's some frivilous matter. Maybe he's bitching about something else, but he doesn't seem to bitch unless it's a curse. I hate him.
Vash, I wish you'd come back...
...I feel sick. Why am I so ridiculously weak to this stuff? I need to suck it up.
A-At least it seems that I have a purpose, now... I'm going to try to give us an official news outlet. I'd honestly love to start reporting again. To be out there, not in an office. I love Mr. Styles dearly, he's the best boss I've ever had, but... I'd take a paycut to be able to be out and about again. It'd give me a reason to look objectively at this stuff. Right now, it feels so personal. Considering the one before this...
I should force myself back out there to get myself to get over it. I'll... steal borrow one of Mr. Priest's guns or something.
I'm going to make my grand inquiry later, I think.
...I'm going to go to Vash's apartment.
Edit} SOMEONE GET HER AWAY FROM ME