I wonder if they'll tell stories about me some day. Doubt it.
I feel like I have natural camouflage. I'm completely invisible to the world. People forget about me instantly. No one looks at me. I'm automatically excluded from conversations. Out of time, out of space, I have no place in reality. It's as if the whole of the Universe is trying to systematically deny that I exist. I don't blame them. I'm an anomaly. It's hard to accept me when I never should have existed in the first place. Maybe I should just accept it. Fade away.
I saw dark giants again today. Yes, plural. Two of them. They came for me outside and watched. They were there for me, but seemed unsure about coming too close; I was with a group. If they'd done anything to someone else there's no telling what would have happened. I stuck close to Jennyleigh and didn't dare try to go inside alone.
The fact that I know they're servants of the Dark King is in some ways reassuring. It means they're not some fundamental part of the Universe trying to blot me out. Also, hurting me is one thing. That he's responsible for hurting my fravashi is cause for vengeance.
Speaking of Jim, I think there's something wrong with him. He's been... strange, lately.
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"I wonder if they'll tell stories about me some day."
I know I will. Your blog entrances me, and I always start rambling whenever I talk about it. I can't like the blog, especially not this one, without appreciation (in the minimum. "At the very least I must have appreciation) for the author. I hope this blog is still around when I find people to tell stories to.
Because I know one of those stories will be about you.
. . . The closest I can guess is that you'd be about mid-20's. I hope you're still out there, because I kind of hope you see this; You're amazing.
And I don't say this to make you feel better or anything. It's a fact, at least to me. I mean, it's thanks to you I understand more than I did. I don't understand everything, but I understand more than I did.
Whatever the case; Nine, people will tell stories about you. And that some-day you mentioned could be soon
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