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20 April 2008 @ 01:41 am
► 0010.  
I need it.

It smells so good. But I don't know—

I don't know where it's from, where to go, how to follow.

My... my head hurts.
 
 
15 April 2008 @ 07:21 am
► 0009.  
I don't understand.

why. again. he's isn't. he's was right there, in front of her. they. they even said so

how could he come back

this is impossible

this shouldn't be


[the edge of the paper starts crumbling where he gripped it, then soon it's ripped and the strikes are no longer there, half of the paper torn off and shredded desperately. Kind of how he'd like to tear Axel apart.]
 
 
24 March 2008 @ 08:00 pm
► 0008.  
damn it. I was going to do it. I was. It

[strikes are painfully illegible, pen crossing through them hard and too many times to be actually readable.] was going to be my revenge. vengance. He killed

Axel killed Ve—

I was going to kill him.


[a few more strikes throughout the page, dark blotches of ink where the pen was pressed into the paper.]

they could've—instead of him it could've been La



...



at most; it's one down.
 
 
18 March 2008 @ 06:48 pm
► 0007.  
This is stupid.

What's the point of having journals then? Aren't they so we can at least entertain the idea of some privacy? even though I'm pretty sure it's not all that private, considering she gave us these things.

everyone's right; without our filters discussing certain matters are going to become difficult. As one's own affiars. not that I have much to keep secret.

I think.


[the two last strikes are near illegible, but can be read if you focus hard enough.]
 
 
11 March 2008 @ 08:28 pm
► 0006.  





NAMINE? CAIN? SORA? ...RIKU? ROSA?


A-ARE YOU GUYS ALRIGHT!? YOU WEREN'T TAKEN TOO WERE YOU—

WH—GODDAMN IT—GUYS

tell me everyone's fine.
 
 
04 March 2008 @ 05:34 pm
► 0005.  
Everyone's talking about this "Ball" that's going to happen. I don't really ... know what it is. But after reading some of the other people's entries and comments I gather it's something you need to dress formally for and... dance? I don't know how to dance and neither have anything suited for the occasion.


closed to everyone (hackable for those who feel specially nosey :|) )


private to Namine )
 
 
02 March 2008 @ 12:32 pm
► 0004.  
[dark, hard-pressed scribbling all over the page—none of it legible except for one word only, some of the page actually ripping through from how furiously he ran the pen over it.]



















LIAR
 
 
27 February 2008 @ 08:06 pm
► 0003.  
Sora's been staying with me the last couple of days. It's been different. Living in a... real house has been a really big change from Vexen's ice cold lab. Not only did he neglect to teach me manners, but he also forgot to teach me proper house responsibilities, too. I don't know how to wash clothes or cook. Haha, poor Sora probably hasn't had a good meal in days—not that I have either, but that doesn't really matter. I hardly get hungry.

More of them keep coming. I wish they didn't. I wanted to be in a place where there was none of them there and I could live... like if nothing happened. Hm. Guess it isn't going to work out that way.

I think I might go for a walk.
 
 
24 February 2008 @ 11:13 am
► 0002.  
If... you were the one who... you know, um... thanks.
 
 
22 February 2008 @ 05:42 pm
► 0001.  
Okay, so I have no idea where I am but that doesn't bother me so much. It's better than being back at the Castle. At least there's no Axel or Larxene or... Sora, Real Thing... Namine, here—

It isn't so bad. I don't care if a freaky girl is the queen of this place. As long as she doesn't bother me, then I'm fine. 'sides, Vexen isn't here either and he won't bother me anymore, too. I don't know why I kind of feel sad—I mean, I shouldn't, and I won't! Not after they treated me like trash!

I need to look for a place to sleep. It's... getting kind of dark and cold, and I don't know anybody here. And nobody knows me. I guess... that's a good thing?

At least... at least they won't know that... I'm... yeah.

I'll make a life of my own, here.
 
 
 
 

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