||008|| Yeah, you'd bleed just to know you're alive
[Private; Unhackable on a 111%]
March 27th. Log:
Scars. Scars. She has scars. I just...gods, I wish I could help her get away from all of this. She's the only family I have, her and Ganju. Ganju's been knocking on my door these nights, asking if she was back, and I kept pretending to be asleep and not be forced to tell him no. Sometimes he brings drinks, then I let him in, and we sit on the cold floor and talk. I kick him for doing a lousy job with the heating. He shrugs it off saying he can't feel the warmth anyway. Sometimes I wonder who's the older one of us. As for her, just as stupid and just as stubborn. I know where those scars are from, I'm not an idiot. I just...why can't the FUCKING BASTARD JUST DIE???
(splotches of wet on ink, from tears)
Tomorrow's the 28th. If she hopes I'll smile at it, she has another thing coming. I don't want presents. If this were Japan, I'd be of age to do just about anything now. What fun. Not. I do NOT want presents. Or money.
I've spent half the money I've won so far to buy some things for when Kimimaro moves in at the cabinet. Those two rooms are going to be the perfect image of home and cosyness. I guess...it's what friends do, right? Besides, he needs plates, and bed sheets, and Jesus Christ I'm acting like a wife. Hah, that's rich. But, as long as...if I get to see him show me that smile, just once, tomorrow...that'll be present enough. Or a kiss. I'd like a kiss. No. No. No.
20 years. Feels so long already.
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I'd love to take a walk in some green gardens without the threat of someone attacking me...I'd love that...
[[So, tomorrow is Sakura's birthday, but because she's not been having the best of weeks, and with Kuukaku's returns, she doesn't want it. Note that Sakura still writes in a notebook type journal, instead of a computerized one. She's sentimental like that. Also, that strike is super-striked. Like...almost-broke-the-paper-strike. Heh. Denial.]]
March 27th. Log:
Scars. Scars. She has scars. I just...gods, I wish I could help her get away from all of this. She's the only family I have, her and Ganju. Ganju's been knocking on my door these nights, asking if she was back, and I kept pretending to be asleep and not be forced to tell him no. Sometimes he brings drinks, then I let him in, and we sit on the cold floor and talk. I kick him for doing a lousy job with the heating. He shrugs it off saying he can't feel the warmth anyway. Sometimes I wonder who's the older one of us. As for her, just as stupid and just as stubborn. I know where those scars are from, I'm not an idiot. I just...why can't the FUCKING BASTARD JUST DIE???
(splotches of wet on ink, from tears)
Tomorrow's the 28th. If she hopes I'll smile at it, she has another thing coming. I don't want presents. If this were Japan, I'd be of age to do just about anything now. What fun. Not. I do NOT want presents. Or money.
I've spent half the money I've won so far to buy some things for when Kimimaro moves in at the cabinet. Those two rooms are going to be the perfect image of home and cosyness. I guess...it's what friends do, right? Besides, he needs plates, and bed sheets, and Jesus Christ I'm acting like a wife. Hah, that's rich. But, as long as...if I get to see him show me that smile, just once, tomorrow...that'll be present enough. Or a kiss. I'd like a kiss. No. No. No.
20 years. Feels so long already.
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I'd love to take a walk in some green gardens without the threat of someone attacking me...I'd love that...
[[So, tomorrow is Sakura's birthday, but because she's not been having the best of weeks, and with Kuukaku's returns, she doesn't want it. Note that Sakura still writes in a notebook type journal, instead of a computerized one. She's sentimental like that. Also, that strike is super-striked. Like...almost-broke-the-paper-strike. Heh. Denial.]]