Skye's Journal: where Memories Go to Rot In Peace Apr 13, 2012 1:20:42 GMT -4
Post by Viola Skye on Apr 13, 2012 1:20:42 GMT -4
20 January 2012:
This diary is a terrible replacement for my sketchbook. I found it in an Office Depot and it was the only copy that didn't smell like feces.
I am very certain my sketchbook has been stolen and that Nazi two bunks away knows exactly where it is. She keeps making that frog face at me that girls used to in their Facebook profile pictures. I don't have time for her petty crimes. I don't have time for girls' games at all.
I'm not very good at them.
Even though drawings are supposed to equal about a thousand words, I guess these entries will be super-short. This is probably a good idea since I'm only ever going to have time to write at night or once I'm off duty during the day. Which, at the rate people are going MIA, is not very often.
Maybe it's because they think Lessers can't stand winter chill and it's safe to venture out. Maybe Safe Haven just got to be too much for them. I don't blame them, but really, I'm still grateful I get seven hours of sleep every night (or almost).
I went scouting again today, looking for Claire even though I know she's long gone. I haven't heard from her in months. Four, to be exact. I've nearly resorted to counting the days but I figure that would be a little too crazy. But I can't help it. She was the last link to my old life and beyond that, she was my best friend.
That doesn't mean much anymore, I guess. Not when people have lost their kids and whatnot. But it, the weird feeling like I've swallowed too many popsicles and my stomach is freezing, hits me out of the blue sometimes when I'm walking around Haven and I see little kids running around with their parents.
I fucking hate kids.
But that isn't the point. Where is the line when it comes to giving up on someone? I gave up on my brother and my parents two years ago. I've given up on Liam for exactly ten months, 14 days. Well, that's because I know he's not coming back. But Claire? When is it okay to stop looking for her? And once I do, I feel like I may as well stop hoping completely.
I'm starting to wish I'd never found her. It's worse now that she's gone a second time.
I guess I'll have to note down the stuff I summed up in my sketcbook drawings. The stupid people I met and the disgusting shit I saw. Forget it, I'll do it later. Drill time. Peace.
- Do I really need to sign this? It's my diary. Who the fuck else would be writing this?