... So I'm not really dying. The doctors came in and told me that it was a false alarm this morning, and when Lisa woke up again, she didn't even remember what had happened. She seemed to think that I was in the hospital because I'd had a particularly nasty relapse of my fever from earlier in the month, and others corroborated her story ( Read more... )

I need to find a better way of controlling my necklaces when I'm training. Even though I tucked them all into my uniform, I still spent fifteen minutes untangling them this evening.

I'm disowning everyone because they're stupid and horrible and confusing and I HATE THEM and I HOPE THEY DIE.

And that goes for all of you. Everyone on every world. Go away from me.

[ooc: related to this little bit of Azula trying to identify with someone and FAILING MISERABLY because... well, she's Azula]

It's weird not having any battle scars anymore. Up until a couple of years ago I barely had any at all, so I remember where every single one came from. I had a long one on my back from Father, but now it's gone.

I don't even feel like sparring right now. I want to vacation more.

I'm not crazy. Anyone who really knows me knows I'm not crazy, and anyone who thinks I'm crazy is--

I couldn't do HALF of what I do if I were insane! I don't think anyone knows the meaning of the word. They throw it around because they want to rile me up, but it doesn't mean anything.

If I were really crazy I'd be dead by now.