Fourth
I have not yet decided which camera I like best, but I have decided that I appreciate the freedom of the digital medium. I have much to learn, but I have time.
Artemis, thank you for your help with the cameras and the information. I still want to see what you achieve when you push yourself.
Private
The color of my world is green, that envious hue that tints everything I see. I envy Gren, for he has effortlessly what Lestat did not give me when I begged. I envy Machi for his gift and his human future. I envy Artemis, though I wonder if I should. I envy Romeo for his kindness and simplicity and his surety of love, though I wonder if his story will end as it was written for another Romeo? I am cruel, for I almost wish it would.
I want what I built. I want my Daniel to have not killed himself with his envy.
I want not to fear Marius. I want not to fight with him.
I want Lestat to think of me with more than tolerance and humor, but he will never love me as he has so many others. We survivors. We love each other almost impersonally.
I WANT.
I hate this journal. I can't touch it. I can't tear my words from the pages. Pressing a key to delete the words doesn't have the satisfaction of destruction.
So I don't bother. Let them stay to remind me.
Artemis, thank you for your help with the cameras and the information. I still want to see what you achieve when you push yourself.
Private
The color of my world is green, that envious hue that tints everything I see. I envy Gren, for he has effortlessly what Lestat did not give me when I begged. I envy Machi for his gift and his human future. I envy Artemis, though I wonder if I should. I envy Romeo for his kindness and simplicity and his surety of love, though I wonder if his story will end as it was written for another Romeo? I am cruel, for I almost wish it would.
I want what I built. I want my Daniel to have not killed himself with his envy.
I want not to fear Marius. I want not to fight with him.
I want Lestat to think of me with more than tolerance and humor, but he will never love me as he has so many others. We survivors. We love each other almost impersonally.
I WANT.
I hate this journal. I can't touch it. I can't tear my words from the pages. Pressing a key to delete the words doesn't have the satisfaction of destruction.
So I don't bother. Let them stay to remind me.