So often lately have I heard of an event the school holds called Prom. It is apparently a type of ceremony where the students dress nicely and dance. Entry to this event is costly and it all seems very frivolous. I am not an acquaintance to many of the students in my class, however this topic seems to bridge the gap between strangers. Lately I have ( Read more... )

I had meant for this entry to be used in asking my fellow classmates for the notes of the days I had missed while I was traveling with my brother, but it seems there are more pressing matters at hand ( Read more... )

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Brother. Can we please talk?

Eighteen.

I know little of how our calendar translates to the modern one, but whatever the case, I never thought I should see myself at this age.

[ooc: Let's pretend this was posted at a more decent hour in the morning. 8 or 9? My late-night habits shouldn't be put on Polyxena.]

There are so very many celebrations and holidays going on in such a short period of time, yet they are all but one day long. It is a strange contrast to festivals that would last a week or more at home, though, that was long ago and my childish view of them is not a proper medium through which to reflect ( Read more... )

[Filter: Private]I was so close, but death himself did not desire my return. I cannot question death, I want only to embrace it, but even then I do not see the logic behind it all, I belong in the Underworld. But do I... do I have the courage to kill myself ( Read more... )

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I feel it all. Every tiny pricking sensation, every chill, every bit of sadness, every spec of guilt, every little, stinging pain. I feel it all. As if it was all just minutes, not centuries, ago ( Read more... )

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( I wanna be forgotten and I don't wanna be reminded. She said please don't make this harder. )