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...yeah okay so that wasn't weird.

I woke early today. I didn't... get much sleep. Perhaps it's the weather? Of course.

Darc is still sleeping. And I'm back in his home. I had tried to flee earlier, but I guess I'm not the only stubborn ass in our family.

*sigh* I guess the guy's not all THAT bad. It isn't as though he's full deimos. Full deimos are cruel, and heartless creatures. Full deimos do horrible things to people who are different and can never be forgiven for. That I will never forgive them for. They'll never change.

... So anyway.

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confused confused
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*shifts uncomfortably*

Good news, I don't think I'm sick anymore. Darc is. All is fine now.

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Current Mood:
uncomfortable uncomfortable
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Sometimes I really don't know why I agree to things. Granted, I might not have had much of a choice at the time, but...

...here I am. In a deimos home, in deimos territory. Alone, in fact. I have no idea where the hell Darc went. First he makes me stay here, then he flaunts the fact he has the energy to get up and move around. The only thing keeping me here is a very painful headache and a firble.

What is with him, anyway? We both loathe each other to the largest degree, and yet he practically--does force us to be in situations we don't want to be in! He hates humans, I know that. And it's already obvious I want nothing to do with deimos.

First chance I get I'm getting the hell out.

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cynical cynical
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Before I start writing anything in here, I just want to clarify I am human. There's no doupt about that. Not o'one. If this journal should fall into... unsuspecting hands, that's all you need to know.

Then again, I wouldn't feel compelled to write about anything if that were the case. I'm going to protect this journal with my life. And if I lose it--well. That just won't happen. I'll burn it before it ever gets to chance to leave my grasp.

The truth is, I guess I am not as human as I claim to be. I am in heart and soul, however, and that would be all that should matter. Should. But, you see, not everyone is going to consider my heart and soul when I resemble what I've hated all my life.

My father was deimos, as I've come to recently discover. And there was possibly no way I could have known. At least, not until wings decided to spurt from my back one day. That was one hell of a surprise, if you could imagine. I did the only thing I could think of, and ripped the cursed things right out. After all, my pride as a human was at stake here. In fact, I felt my pride shatter as the eyes of friends and loved ones glared with disgust.

I don't really want to remember that right now.

But nothing is making sense. I woke up today, and the wings were back. I was so angry, and I knew nothing could be any worse, when I felt... horns. On my forehead. HORNS. I don't know what the hell is going on, but I can't get rid of it this time. So. I am glad to say in the privacy that is my journal, I am utterly panicked.

I can't face my friends anymore. Even though... this has happened before. I don't want them to look at me like that again. Hell, I can't hardly the bare the glare I give myself.

I don't know where I'm going, but I have no other choice. I had to get away.
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distressed distressed
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And now it's...
Springtime for Hitler and Germany
Deutschland is happy and gay!
We're marching to a faster pace
Look out, here comes the master race!
Springtime for Hitler and Germany
Rhineland's a fine land once more!
Springtime for Hitler and Germany
Watch out, Europe
We're going on tour!
Springtime for Hitler and Germany...
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awake
Current Music:
Springtime For Hitler - The Producers
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