who am I?
None of this made sense any more. They have tried to explain to me who I am, even told me what I used to do and it all sounds like something from a bad movie. I know I told them I wanted the truth and all of it, but parts of me wonder if that was the smartest choice I could have made.
I guess knowing the truth over the theory that I am some Russian spy was good, but who really wants to know they work with a vampire and a green demon who has a better fashion sense than anyone you know? It is all just very overwhelming.
The only thing that has kept me sane is they kept my things. At least they tell me they are my things, and I have some pictures to look at that prove they aren't lying, well as much as pictures can. I just wish I could remember who I am or who they are.
There is one person who actually has made this easier. Wesley, not really my type, but he does make me feel less insane. He is the one of the group that seems most familiar, in his own bookish nerdy way.
The only problem with this is that he probably thinks I am some wacko needy girl who needs to get a life. Either that or he pities me and that is worse than the other. I would ask one of the others but they seem so caught up in something and I would only be in the way.
Maybe I could find something in one of these books, but something tells me I am not so much the research type as the one who made others do the research for me. Well no time like the present to change my…possible ways.
[[open to Wesley]]
I guess knowing the truth over the theory that I am some Russian spy was good, but who really wants to know they work with a vampire and a green demon who has a better fashion sense than anyone you know? It is all just very overwhelming.
The only thing that has kept me sane is they kept my things. At least they tell me they are my things, and I have some pictures to look at that prove they aren't lying, well as much as pictures can. I just wish I could remember who I am or who they are.
There is one person who actually has made this easier. Wesley, not really my type, but he does make me feel less insane. He is the one of the group that seems most familiar, in his own bookish nerdy way.
The only problem with this is that he probably thinks I am some wacko needy girl who needs to get a life. Either that or he pities me and that is worse than the other. I would ask one of the others but they seem so caught up in something and I would only be in the way.
Maybe I could find something in one of these books, but something tells me I am not so much the research type as the one who made others do the research for me. Well no time like the present to change my…possible ways.
[[open to Wesley]]