I don't want to call myself (or anybody) "flawless." Nobody is perfect. "Flawless" sounds so vain! Why, then, can't I come up with another word? My skin, it... has no scars. I mean, I can't remember everything I went through as a child. I cried so much, though, and I know there was a lot of pain! Shouldn't there be some sort of sign? I ( Read more... )

Every year around Valentine's Day, there are people who leave things outside of the church, or right inside the doors. I used to think they were religious offerings of some kind to deities, but... then one day, a gentleman asked if I got the barrettes he left. They were for me all along! Usually, it is only a couple of gifts- a few nice people ( Read more... )

My hair is becoming annoying. It's always getting in the way, and it just gets gnarled and tangled into the flowers if I don't pull it back constantly. I almost cut it short today, and it wasn't the first time! Obviously, I stopped myself. I always do, mainly because of my mom. Elmyra likes to twist or braid my hair for me in the morning. I'm ( Read more... )

My mom has a cleaning closet. It's a small closet in our already-small house where she keeps things for chores, like a straw broom, a metal bucket, some cloths, um, some dust, a lot of spiders ( Read more... )

So, I've been seeing a lot of the Turks lately. Since Professor Hojo came, they're here almost every day. I've even met some new ones, like Reno! ...I'm not sure if that's a good thing, really. Of course it's a good thing, right? Isn't meeting someone always so ( Read more... )

Oh...

I'm not even sure what to say about this. Something horrible happened today. I guess two horrible somethings happened today, really.

( He never bothered me before... )

I thought of something else weird today.

The colder it gets in the slums, the more people I see sick. For the most part, people get common ailments- sniffles, coughs, and the like. Sadly, though, since nobody has a whole lot of gil, those who do suffer worse illnesses usually tumble downward into serious, serious trouble. It's sad. Nobody ( Read more... )

My mom (and by that I mean Elmyra... does that confuse people?), told me something today. She said that, in order to be a member of SOLDIER, you have to get some sort of surgery. You can see it in their eye color because it changes? Is that it? I suppose I (thankfully) haven't had enough experience with those in SOLDIER to really ever notice it ( Read more... )

It's nice having a journal, it really is!  ...I've barely written, though, and I can already tell that it won't be enough.  I don't say it too often, but sometimes, I really just wish I had someone to talk to about... well... let me just explain it.

I fell asleep in the church during daylight again.  Oh, please don't think that's weird!  It happens ( Read more... )

( They say that nothing could ever grow here, but... )