XXXI.
Things remembered, things forgotten. Like the others, I can neither recall nor access the entries from the past work. There are things left on my desktop from that time, though. They're encrypted, but I should be able to get to them with a bit of work. It's not my highest priority at the moment, though. It seems another battle is about to begin. This need to fight is a desire I'll never fully understand, I suppose. Lilim will be Lilim.
Ah..
This day. The day I was "born", for all intents and purposes. It's funny. I was never intended to reach my sixteenth year, and yet here I am. There's a novelty to it - a strange, quaint feeling. I wonder what the old men would say. Nothing positive, most likely. Hahaha. I suppose I'd have little more to say to them, myself.
I'm grateful for this moment. Thank you.
Ah..
This day. The day I was "born", for all intents and purposes. It's funny. I was never intended to reach my sixteenth year, and yet here I am. There's a novelty to it - a strange, quaint feeling. I wonder what the old men would say. Nothing positive, most likely. Hahaha. I suppose I'd have little more to say to them, myself.
I'm grateful for this moment. Thank you.