Supplement 4 � on �K�
They say that time is the best healer. Let me tell you, that is far from true. Time is the worst healer. Actually, scratch that, time is no healer; time is salt in the wounds. It�s been six months since the incident with K, and I must say, I haven�t seen any healing I�ve tried and tried, but it�s so hard to forget�I mean, how can you undo in ten days what it takes someone else fourteen months to create? How can you take a work of art that someone poured their fucking soul into, and use that same work of art to destroy that person?
Well, I suppose that I should run my update on the world of Orpheus. Right now, I�m grounded, and so I�ll have to pass this onto Samecool via a floppy disk. Speaking of floppy disks, I found a city from the Graal server that I was working on building on a floppy disk that was just laying around my room. While you probably have no idea what Graal is, trust me, it is great. Graal is an online game. While you have to pay to play now, it used to be free, and that was great�
Anyway, on to the supplement. Dear Thor, I can�t believe I�m writing this� I made up my mind not to. But then I decided that not-writing this was just kinda driving me slowly insane. I guess I need to get it out. The whole thing started in the summer between 7th and 8th grade. I had this really weird dream, and she was in it. I kept thinking about that dream, day in and day out, trying to figure out why it seemed so vivid. Eventually, I realized that the reason I couldn�t stop was because I missed her.
So, over the next year, I tried writing and rewriting and re-rewriting something that would tell her about how I felt. It never came out right. I kept trying, and trying, and after ten months I just gave up my search for the perfect words and used the ones I had. It wasn�t right. It was too blunt, it was too overstated, it was too �thick� for lack of a better word. I spent the next four months trying to show it to her. Always trying to think of a good way to tell her, always� but I never could. So, after those four months were over, I, once again, gave up on trying to get it perfect. I gave it to her. The first few days, she didn�t read it. Then, she said she lost it. I� I gave her another one� after that, well� DEAR LOKI! DOESN�T THAT LITTLE BITCH FEEL? She�s not fuckin� human. Humans FEEL.
Well, like I was saying. Over a while� she got that tone in her voice that meant she read it, and that she hated it. I dunno, maybe it was because of how overstated it was. That doesn�t matter though. It got to the point where I couldn�t even look at her without feeling� I don�t really know what it was. Somewhere between hatred and fascination, I suppose. Well, on that fifteenth day, (9/24/03) she received a second piece of writing. This one was, well, I suppose that it was the thing that started the state of mind that I use in LLH. Regardless, that afternoon I was called into the Counseling Office and all but accused of stalking her. Well, now you know.
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