Journal #37 (11/17/2010)
"The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting."
When everything is taken from you and the only memory left are the ones that haunt you, I wonder what it feels like. Is it victory? Is it guilt? Have you done any good for your people? To steal someone else's happiness, well-being, and everything that mattered to them is a crime...very much so like claiming someone's life. I hope you're happy.
Journal #39 (11/23/2010)
"We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continued to fall."
We were never alright, at least not since seven years ago. His appearance demolished our freedom, our happiness, and our trust in each other. That's what human life is made of, right? Something about life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness or something heh? Well, kiss those three goodbye, we were forcefully isolated from them seven years ago. Seven years, that's a lot of time. And it's even more time when you face a Grinch every day all day for those past seven years. Even though I escaped from his cold hands, demonic eyes, and heart of ice, it hasn't returned MY HAPPINESS, or hers. She's still suffering and being abused. Self abuse of abuse from him, it doesn't matter...it's still abuse. I thought wrong. I thought like a child, like everything would fall back into place if we left him. It didn't and it won't, there's still a scar in our minds.
Journal #40 (11/24/2010)
I am thankful for having the people that I do in my life, by my side. In other words, I am grateful for losing the ones that I did. Everything happens for a reason, and it was a good one that keep some people separated from me. It's a good thing...Happy Thanksgiving.
- Yours Truly,
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