A white Hall in Hell

At the beginning there was only Genesis and me. I, of course, loved It and The Origin was, literally, the whole Universe. That caused me great grief, though, since I was Everything that Genesis was not, doomed to not be part of It, to be The Other, The Difference, The Opposite, The Adversary of what I loved most... I, being the Closest, was at the same time the Farthest -Lucian Shadowcaster, No Fate

Belated update

December 19, 2007 - 12:31 p.m.

Current Virtue: Satisfaction

I suck at updates.

I try to account for everything that happens to me, but I fail, once and again, because I don’t know how to start, what to tell and whatnot, what details are important and what things are to be left implicit or just discarded.

So, excuse me if I don’t go into the detail you’d want. You can, of course, tell me where I should go further and I will, as soon as possible.


OK, what has happened?

Vicente is ill. He has some kidney or urinary issues. We can’t tell, because we need his urocultive exams to show up clean before being able to do the crucial test he needs. It’s been like this for 2 months, now (and counting).

I left Isabel. Or sort of, since you can say she dumped me out, as well. Anyway. Things stopped working for us, badly and hit bottom. We haven’t been in a conflictive mood, for a while, and it works great for us. It’s good to have her as a friend, something I never managed to do with Yorka. Yet, we’ll see.

I’m with somebody else – her name is Shinta (not her mundane, birthname but her real, adopted one). She is quite onto the same things I am (mysticism, magic, anime, etc.), which makes it a more rewarding (in those aspects) relationship. For the first time, I feel that I’m loved for who I already am, after all these years, as a whole, instead of parts of me. That means I don’t have to give certain parts of my self up.

And pretty much that’s it. I’m at a new place, living an interesting, poorer yet richer life, aiming higher than ever, feeling right.

Since Life is an RPG...

April 13, 2007 - 6:05 p.m.

The DM (not Dungeon Master but), the Deus Machinae can go fuck Himself.

No xp, no money, no levelling up, I mean, what the fuck?

(God does throw dice where no one can see them)

 

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