007.
She almost killed me.
I still don't know why she didn't. I'm...worried; no, I'll be honest, frightened that she is only toying with me and will be back any day. She has already proven she can find me with ease, even if I move. And that she can break through any barrier I can put up. She reads my mind, so all my skill at dissembling is useless.
Yes, she frightens me. And I don't know what she wants.
My head still aches, besides, and I have begun to sink somewhat into a state of melancholy. I don't have enough to occupy myself, to keep my mind busy. It makes me acutely aware of how long every day is, of the inanity of the simple things I do to try to stay out of a blacker mood than the one I exist in generally.
There's a young man here I feel - compelled to protect. He seems innocent, and - I don't know. It's not an impulse I feel often.
But so it goes.
I don't understand what I'm supposed to be doing here. I don't know if there is anything I can do here. Perhaps this is a kind of hell, it would certainly be fitting for me. But I am sinking into maudlin again...it's time I closed this.
I'm probably just tired. I did lose - a fair amount of blood. I'm not sure how much.
L is in every one of my dreams now. Saying nothing, just watching with those damned unblinking eyes of his. I hardly even know what I would do if I saw him again.
I still don't know why she didn't. I'm...worried; no, I'll be honest, frightened that she is only toying with me and will be back any day. She has already proven she can find me with ease, even if I move. And that she can break through any barrier I can put up. She reads my mind, so all my skill at dissembling is useless.
Yes, she frightens me. And I don't know what she wants.
My head still aches, besides, and I have begun to sink somewhat into a state of melancholy. I don't have enough to occupy myself, to keep my mind busy. It makes me acutely aware of how long every day is, of the inanity of the simple things I do to try to stay out of a blacker mood than the one I exist in generally.
There's a young man here I feel - compelled to protect. He seems innocent, and - I don't know. It's not an impulse I feel often.
But so it goes.
I don't understand what I'm supposed to be doing here. I don't know if there is anything I can do here. Perhaps this is a kind of hell, it would certainly be fitting for me. But I am sinking into maudlin again...it's time I closed this.
I'm probably just tired. I did lose - a fair amount of blood. I'm not sure how much.
L is in every one of my dreams now. Saying nothing, just watching with those damned unblinking eyes of his. I hardly even know what I would do if I saw him again.