Dec 13, 2004 14:55
Geez, it's almost as bad up here as it is down there. I can't complain as much; I'm not the one at the bottom of the ocean. If the damn Powers That Be would just let me go, I could break the MIA Angel case wide open. Instead I'm stuck on a higher plane, hoping to whatever is above me that Wesley'll figure it out. Connor's doing too good of a job playing the all American to Fred and Gunn. I love them, honestly I do, but they're ignoring every sign and following every wrong lead. They're ignoring what's right in front of them, and Angel doesn't have much time left.
I want to go home. Now. For all of the people that he's saved, Angel needs to be rescued this time, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let some higher powers tell me what I can and can't do. I'm miserable here. I ascended and it sucks, now I need to get back down there and set things right. I don't know why they want me up here anyway. They never have me do anything. We're all like a bunch of trophies who get to live in a world of peace while we watch everyone that we care about suffer.
They should have known that this arrangement wouldn't work for me. I mean really, me, a higher power? No. The answer is no. It should have been no in the first place, but Skip caught me by surprise. And I trusted him!
When this is over and done with, I'm filing a complaint with...someone. I was mislead into thinking that I'd be doing something important. Everything important is going down in Los Angeles, and my friends need me now. I have to find a way to get back down there before we lose Angel and Connor