Chris didn't understand Donnie Darko. I didn't expect him to. The director's cut changed it a lot.
And speaking of cuts...
We all have our forms of self-mutilation, whether on skin, on paper, or on the faces of others. I'm not sad at the moment. Not depressed at all. I'd just prefer to have my wounds where I can see them, where I know that they will heal. But the world doesn't want me to do that. It's sad; everyone wants what's best for me, regardless of whether it's right for me.
I haven't cut myself. But I'm severely tempted.
Love, Fear, Arrogance, Submission, Good, Evil, Pleasure, Pain, Joy and Despair... What does it all mean? Kefka was right. Life... hope... dreams... Where did they come from? And where are they going?
I may have found Prophet and Whisk. I don't know for sure yet. If they are real, it's really going to complicate things... I won't know what to call myself anymore. Seven won't be appropriate. Ninefold? I don't know. Seven just sounds better. But then, maybe it's time for me to move on.
Two pieces of a puzzle, together at last. A perfect fit, a perfect match, forming two halves of a person's face. It could not be better. Congratulations! Only 4998 pieces to go.
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No matter what, do not give in to that temptation.
I don't care how much of a hypocrite I am.
Do not. Please.
In the long term, what does it really mean? What does it really accomplish?
I don't want to see you hurt like that.
It's a different kind of pain.
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