I really don't want to talk about Nessa right now.
I've never seen such a mental breakdown.
Funny, today was going to be a big day for me, but not like this, I had other plans, funny though they sort of had the same intent in mind, just in a different fashion.
And now I have a whole new set of problems because of it.
Someone outside is very unhappy with me. I keep blacking out, feeling the weight of the room bearing down on me, I keep thinking the apartment's going to be set on fire at any time, it's...its pretty bad. Tendrils of influence try to grip into my head, and I just want to sleep, and yet I can't.
So much to do.
FUCK! what the hell is wrong with me? noone can take a life so easily, and I'm expected to?
She was fucking begging me for a cure, and I don't know a god damn thing about a cure, and she begs me for one
she gets so upset when I don't have one, all i got is what robert had
no one should have the right to just kill someone else, i don't care
i know it's about compassion but
why am I in this spot now? huh? I'mno god damn savior, it's that god damn title coming back against me
you guys think 'oh hey he's that sage guy he's the guy to put a bullet in those agent guys heads'
i may have a plan to hurt their boss, but i'm not supposed to be a murderer
going to have to either sell all ym worldly goods or start stleaing to cover these costs
im on the move, right now, got that iphone thing that she had.
can't make heads or taisl of it
at least i got some mobile access in case i haveto stay on the run
worst damn part of it
is cuz i asked for this shit
i said, hey i wanna help, i wanna figure this thing out
maybe i can sheld some light on this for you
and the plolice are not going to be happy with me
b meldoy jeff, nessa jay and hundresds more
everyones dying around me again