Today am I eighteen years old, and once more, I feel happy. I have children to care for, a quite safe life, and companionship. I am loved, and I do not feel any fear about loving return. It has taken a great deal of time, but I finally feel as if my life has stabilized, and that I can truly relax and enjoy myself. I have what I have wished for, and ( Read more... )

Jung Explorer Test
Actualized type: ISFJ
(who you are)

ISFJ - "Conservator". Desires to be of service and to minister to individual needs - very loyal. 13.8% of total population. Preferred type: ESTJ
(who you prefer to be)

ESTJ - "Administrator". Much in touch with the external environment. Very responsible. Pillar of strength. 8.7% ( Read more... )

My most treasured possesion is the one I most regret owning. It was not meant to be owned by me, but owning it now...connects me to a happier memory. And the memories are all I have at this point, unfortunately. I wish it was not this way, but I have once again not had any choice ( Read more... )

He was waiting, and he hated it ( Read more... )

He was trapped; there wasn't any way of the pit. He had failed. Despite everything he had done, he had still failed Martin, still failed to get free, and the second time was even worse than the first ( Read more... )

My past, I suppose. My past is not a happy one, and if it were changed in some places, perhaps things would not be as they are. Perhaps Shawn would still be my driver, or perhaps I would have avoided the steel pit entirely, or perhaps Martin would have never gone to trial in the first place, and we would still be working as a pair. Perhaps he would ( Read more... )

...Shawn's. I wish she would have changed her mind about no longer being my partner. If she had, perhaps she would not be leaving now. If she had...things would not hurt as much as they do now.

But I cannot change the past, and so now I am driverless again. I feel very...empty.

Seven years ( Read more... )

KRO sat on the floor beside Marcus, stroking the little AI's fender as he recharged. The child was pressed up against his leg as close as possible-despite KRO's best efforts, it still seemed like Marcus had picked up on the fact that something was wrong. Sighing, KRO rested his chin on his knees and closed his eyes, shoulders slumping.

Shawn-

How are you? It has been some time since we last spoke, and I wanted to make sure everything was going well enough. I hope things are calm at work, at least.

- KRO