I cannot start this entry with "dear," nor "journal," for there in no thing in this world which is dear to me, and you are less a journal than a place to incessantly complain. For fear of being labeled a liar, I won't do any such thing; as of now, you are nameless ( Read more... )

((OOC: WARNING!!! This is a pretty descripitive and disgusting peice about dead stuff, probably not for the faint of heart. If you can't handle it, stop now. You have been warned. Also, I recommend reading Sir Greth's latest entry before reading this one. ^^;;;))

This page of the journal was unlike the rest: As the reader touched it, it began to ( Read more... )

Are we killing again today?

Yes, we are.

I honestly don't care one little bit, because human death has never meant a single thing to me.

It's not like living, which is suffering. Dead people don't hurt.

I don't like this place anymore. Too many people things punished with eternal life, walking around ( Read more... )

Even if I beg it to, the world will not stop turning.

With every moment I steal, I pay a higher price.

Second chances get more and more expensive by the minute.

Ice stays frozen.
Ice melts.
Ice turned water boils and evaporates.

I have made three promises in my life ( Read more... )

(( For your visual torture.... erm.... entertainment.......

I drew a picture of Oksy. (And drew a lot of other stuff, but yesh, save that for later.)

Click me please? He he he. I know I usually say my stuff is bad, but..... this one's really bad. XD ( Read more... )

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"That girl in there, the blonde magician, the patient in that room. Do you know who she is ( Read more... )