Cisco Ramon (ramonnoodles) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2018-06-19 20:17:00 |
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Was not expecting to wake up to find a leather diary on my bed. It's pretty nice too and it's even got my initials on it. The right ones as in they used a "C" for my first initial and not an "F" for Franisco. Not really my favorite thing about myself but I think think my mother named me after some family member that was a priest or something. I am so far from being a priest. Not that I'm some kind of sex god but I'm not holy and I'm not even sure I believe in God so that would disqualify me from the priesthood. Okay so I fell really lame doing this but this place compels you to do some wierd shit so I suppose I'll stop and go to work.
Guess I'm kind of failing on the writing in my journal every day thing. My therapist back home would say I need to get my feelings out. He's probably right but I prefer to do something with my hands instead of write. Okay, so I'm using my hands to write but it's not the same. I want to make something. I don't know what but that's what I feel like doing. Maybe I'll go to the lab for a while before I meet Lavender for dinner.
So much for this being a daily journal but who's counting. Barry's gone and it feels wierd not having him here. We didn't get to hang out as much as I would have liked but damn, it's like losing my brother all over again. I know I blamed Barry for Dante's death a lot longer than I should have and I'm glad we worked things out. He's a huge part of my life and I miss him. Maybe he'll come back but who knows what he'll remember? Time was so screwed up at home that it might be ten years from now and he doesn't remember any of us. Which would mean he did something freaky with time again and he really needs to stop doing that shit.
I think this has proven that I really suck at keeping a diary.