Four - [Text] - She's the Only One That Makes Me...
[Accidentally Public]
Day eighteen here on this mortal realm. Meaning eighteen days since being actually involved in this madness, rather than observing from a far. And eighteen days to realize that I could rant to this thing privately. Simple enough - just remember to turn it on at the end, or even erase this whole damn thing.
It's been eighteen days without her and though my interaction with Mania has been minimal, I fear I'm going mad. - No I don't fear it. I'm not some mortal scared of emotions and sanity - it's a fact. I'm going mad. Even when occupied elsewhere, it's thoughts of her that are in my mind. The inspection today - the damned apartment at Chelsea Piers, with the utterly imbecilic owners who insist on the most ridiculous additions possible - they practically had to pull me off of him today, my thoughts were on her, where she currently was, and if she'd moved since...
Her sisters died years ago. They killed themselves - they weren't like her, they were predictable. Silly little girls fucking self absorbed and actually going through with a promise made for love...The younger one died too, she couldn't have found her. She never liked her father either, he's dead as well - fucking couldn't have gone to them and they were all that mattered, the only ones she could have gone too. Unless of course she found some other man - a mortal, an immortal, a Titan - I'll kill them the second I get the chance - and goes and puts a display of affection on for him.
Which of course would make no fucking sense but that's just her isn't it?
...
It's not the mortality that's a problem, I've realized. That can almost be lived with. The mortals are intriguing up close, it's different to have your hands on things. But I can't fucking stand being without her any longer.
I'm going for a walk - there's a miniature cyclone building up here, and if I get hit in the head with a book one more time I'll bring the whole complex down.
Day eighteen here on this mortal realm. Meaning eighteen days since being actually involved in this madness, rather than observing from a far. And eighteen days to realize that I could rant to this thing privately. Simple enough - just remember to turn it on at the end, or even erase this whole damn thing.
It's been eighteen days without her and though my interaction with Mania has been minimal, I fear I'm going mad. - No I don't fear it. I'm not some mortal scared of emotions and sanity - it's a fact. I'm going mad. Even when occupied elsewhere, it's thoughts of her that are in my mind. The inspection today - the damned apartment at Chelsea Piers, with the utterly imbecilic owners who insist on the most ridiculous additions possible - they practically had to pull me off of him today, my thoughts were on her, where she currently was, and if she'd moved since...
Her sisters died years ago. They killed themselves - they weren't like her, they were predictable. Silly little girls fucking self absorbed and actually going through with a promise made for love...The younger one died too, she couldn't have found her. She never liked her father either, he's dead as well - fucking couldn't have gone to them and they were all that mattered, the only ones she could have gone too. Unless of course she found some other man - a mortal, an immortal, a Titan - I'll kill them the second I get the chance - and goes and puts a display of affection on for him.
Which of course would make no fucking sense but that's just her isn't it?
...
It's not the mortality that's a problem, I've realized. That can almost be lived with. The mortals are intriguing up close, it's different to have your hands on things. But I can't fucking stand being without her any longer.
I'm going for a walk - there's a miniature cyclone building up here, and if I get hit in the head with a book one more time I'll bring the whole complex down.