entry fifty two: it's a 'great, my life was worthless' ball.

May 20, 2010 19:02

Just what this place needs. Insects. Who's angered the Gods?

[Private to the Doctor]

why didn't you tell

everything I've ever

how much of what I thought was just

was it reall

I want to talk to you.

I also want a drink. Let me in the pub. First and only request.

[Private to the Rani - written about two am, and in a slightly sleep deprived frantic ramble]

It was just a cycle of self-fulfilling information, wasn't it? It was constructed in such a way that nothing could prove me wrong, and because nothing proved me wrong, I never considered it might have been, and thus considered all the information I obtained to be genuine, which meant I thought there were more conspiracies than there probably war, which made me see conspiracy everywhere I looked because, apparently, the whole city was against the Patrician - because every example of someone from the city I had, I tortured into saying they had something against the Patrician - because I was already convinced of their guilt.

It was all just a big circle of proving myself right because I couldn't afford to be wrong.

and I was wrong and now it's worth... what

I really hate you today. Time Lords. I hate Time Lords and their damn logic.

[Private to Martha]

A word, if you would.

me and my colleagues were not pleasant, persecution complex 101, the doctor doesn't measure up, inmates swing can stand: the rani, criminology discworld style

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