When I woke up this morning.. I don't know.. I just felt worse than usual. I tried to write a poem or fifteen to make myself feel better, but it was all.. awful drivel, really, and... I don't even know how to write about how totally worthless I am. Or at least how I feel.. there's no excuse for how untalented and worthless I am, I think.. I'm not ( Read more... )

If nobody minds me asking.. what in the world happened? ;___; It sounds terrifying.. And if it was Al.. I hope he isn't angry... and around here... and.. oh.. ::shudder::I haven't really known what to do with myself for days.. I've just been laying on the couch staring up at the ceiling.. I feel more worthless than usual for some reason.. and I don ( Read more... )

I have less of a headache now, so I wrote a poem.. to help me feel better about how.. weird things have been.. I don't really feel better, but here it is, anyway....

The dark shadows of doubt cast over me ( Read more... )

I can't believe... I got drunk.. how did I get back here...? I can't belive I keep getting in the other me's way so much.... I really should have had punch.. I'm so miserable to be around when I'm drinking... Oh.. my head... I think it's going to explode, the sun is so bright ( Read more... )

Even though it's been rather warm, I've been wearing my rather lovely scarf around the apartment. I... kind of like it. It makes me feel.. I don't know. I just like it a little bit even if it's from someone creepy.

I sent whoever has been sending me the packages a daisy and a note.. he seems sad. I hope the daisy made him feel better. Unless the ( Read more... )

Just as I was starting to feel a little more at ease with the package from my so-called "secret admirer", another package arrived yesterday, also delivered by the older, human Alphonse.. I was a little less afraid of opening it since the other package failed to explode or kill me directly, at least but... I really wasn't sure.. after all, who would ( Read more... )

So, I guess I planted the flowers in the parade ground yesterday, like I said I would.. I'm positive I killed them. I can barely think of it without fearing that they're merely a feild of fried, wilted and drooping flowers... Something has to counteract the luck I had with them before I planted them. I think I got started a little late... I didn't ( Read more... )

I'm.. not dead.. I.. I don't know what I was thinking.. except that maybe it wouldn't matter too much if it killed me (though it would be a bad mess in my other self's apartment..) but I opened the package that the older weirder Alphonse.. delivered for me ( Read more... )

So, um.. I guess I'm living with my other self now. It actually is a lot better than sleeping at my desk, I've discovered. I feel safer here. ;__; I have all of my poems with me and my fortress... its remains, I mean.. in its box. I'm trying to stay out of the way and not be a burden to the other me, but I think he's a bit preoccupied right now, ( Read more... )

My bad feelings about things have been worse lately... it certainly doesn't help that due to my worthlessness I can't be of much help in defending against Alphonse's attempt to take over the world. The other me is also upset due to the rumors that are going arond... it's unsettling. He's the calmer of the two of us. I'm rather worried about him.. I ( Read more... )