Journal entry 004 ~*~You are mean~*~
So, I have not written in this thing in a very, very, very, very, loooooooong time. I think its computer waves (or what ever they are) cloud my inner eye. When ever I have been on this thing I can’t focus on the divine.
Anyway, things at this school are back to normal. As much as they can be anyway.
But I am bored, and I feel constrained. Nobody believes in what me and Par do, and it upsets me. I don’t like being mocked behind my back. I know you all do it. You think oh look it’s those silly ditzy girls that believe they can know everything through some rectangular pieces of cardboard and a perfectly round piece of glass. Well we can. And we have feelings. I think you underestimate us and the divine.
Anyway, things at this school are back to normal. As much as they can be anyway.
But I am bored, and I feel constrained. Nobody believes in what me and Par do, and it upsets me. I don’t like being mocked behind my back. I know you all do it. You think oh look it’s those silly ditzy girls that believe they can know everything through some rectangular pieces of cardboard and a perfectly round piece of glass. Well we can. And we have feelings. I think you underestimate us and the divine.