[Locked to Angels]
Feb. 1st, 2008 09:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
worseforfears...okay, it's weird that my journal is showing me other people's notes and journal entries, and that they can comment on mine. It's never done that before.
But first day in a new place, run by a First? Not too surprised. I just hope that I can use this like a blog. Y'know, lock some entries to some people, make some absolutely private.
One of the people's entries... he's working for demons. I have to figure out who he is. I don't know if it's so I can make a point to look at him or make a point not to look at him. On the one hand... I can't imagine having to go through all that on your own. I wouldn't want him to. If they killed him, I mean. But on the other...
Well, one, do I really want to do the death of someone I might know again? Also, demons. They'd probably kill me in a heartbeat.
I have to think about this. God, I don't know what to do. (And god, I wish that God were real. Or at least that he talked to us.)
Have a space on my wrist saved for the answer to "why us?" I think that if I ever found out... I'd be able to take it all better. Maybe I'd last longer. Not to be depressing and cynical (oh, wait, I do mean to be that) - I honestly don't know how much longer I can take this. A year, maybe two tops?
I keep thinking about falling. But I'm too scared.
But first day in a new place, run by a First? Not too surprised. I just hope that I can use this like a blog. Y'know, lock some entries to some people, make some absolutely private.
One of the people's entries... he's working for demons. I have to figure out who he is. I don't know if it's so I can make a point to look at him or make a point not to look at him. On the one hand... I can't imagine having to go through all that on your own. I wouldn't want him to. If they killed him, I mean. But on the other...
Well, one, do I really want to do the death of someone I might know again? Also, demons. They'd probably kill me in a heartbeat.
I have to think about this. God, I don't know what to do. (And god, I wish that God were real. Or at least that he talked to us.)
Have a space on my wrist saved for the answer to "why us?" I think that if I ever found out... I'd be able to take it all better. Maybe I'd last longer. Not to be depressing and cynical (oh, wait, I do mean to be that) - I honestly don't know how much longer I can take this. A year, maybe two tops?
I keep thinking about falling. But I'm too scared.
