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Post by Ryan Xavier on Jan 20, 2007 19:39:52 GMT -5
Saturday, January 20th. 5:16 am.
This world is all too famliar to me. The smells, the sounds, the sights- the forbidden. Rooms that we're not allowed inside, doors, that we can not push open... They call them Private. Stating that there are Classified Documents that are not for our eyes...Classified my ass! That's a fucking secret, and they know it!
I've lost my trust in everyone- everything. Nothing seems to be as pretty as it once was. Now all I can see, is death and dispair. Gene Grey... the cause of all my problems. Someone who was there at my uncles side- the only family I had left. She was supposed to be my friend, and what did she do? She killed him. My own flesh and blood- gone.
The counciler says that everyone deals with loss a different way- I don't believe it. Everyone deals with it the same...with revenge.
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Post by Ryan Xavier on Jan 21, 2007 13:15:16 GMT -5
Sunday, January 21st. 1:14 pm
Different day, same thing. I don't know what it is about the people here, but I feel more left out than I ever have before. Wolverine has gone on one of his Personal Trips again- leaving me here with strangers. It's true that I've known these people- become aquaintences with them for the past five years, but still...they're not my friends.
I've been thinking about going to see Magneto again. His offer to take me in, rings in my head everytime I think of my uncle. I really have no family left here.
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