((Stop angsting, Sieggy. *thwaps*))
Journal:
I keep you...why? I have no use for you...
It doesn't matter, what can I do?
I hate my "life". Hate, hate, hate.
Christmas came and gone and you know, I was alone anyways. No Leon, no friends, not even an e-mail.
Why? Why am I so alone...?
Certainly, I've made a "friend". "Friend". What an abysmally useless, stupid word. Almost as bad as "love".
Apathy. Apathy. Apathy is the only way to live. Because with apathy, you just don't care. Heh.
Anyways, a friend named Seth. Who looks eerily like Kaiba. Which rather alarmed me.
...
Why, father?
...in Goethe's Faust, the devil was right.
-Siegfried
I keep you...why? I have no use for you...
It doesn't matter, what can I do?
I hate my "life". Hate, hate, hate.
Christmas came and gone and you know, I was alone anyways. No Leon, no friends, not even an e-mail.
Why? Why am I so alone...?
Certainly, I've made a "friend". "Friend". What an abysmally useless, stupid word. Almost as bad as "love".
Apathy. Apathy. Apathy is the only way to live. Because with apathy, you just don't care. Heh.
Anyways, a friend named Seth. Who looks eerily like Kaiba. Which rather alarmed me.
...
Why, father?
...in Goethe's Faust, the devil was right.
-Siegfried