Post by roleplayjunkie89 on Mar 19, 2009 10:29:35 GMT -5
April 35, 1783
Dear diary,
I never knew living could be so hard...so difficult. I watch the servants go on with their everyday lives and it sickens me to know that they can walk outside without the fear of someone seeing a deformity so bizarre they could be executed. I am half angel, I can not lie... and yet, I have human feelings. Is it wrong for me to hate God for doing this to me...for not letting me be fully one or the other? I know nothing of this world...yet I have lived here my entire life...to know that the very people who stare at me in awe when I cover my wings would kill me when they could see them makes my very stomach churn...that is Why I am so excited for tonight! Papa is letting me have a coming out! I will be able to dance and be normal for once in my life I just hope no one notices my wings. Dear diary do wish me luck...I have had so little of it In my life.
When one creates phantoms for oneself, one puts vampires into the world, and one must nourish these children of a voluntary nightmare with one's blood, one's life, one's intelligence, and one's reason, without ever satisfying them.
Post by roleplayjunkie89 on Oct 16, 2009 22:58:19 GMT -5
April 36, 1783
Dear Diary,
The ball was an interesting array of colors and music. I was swept up in a sea of taffeta and lace!...that is until HE brought me back to my senses... just the thought of it makes me shiver in fright...He saw my wings I know it... The way he stared at me was a look of horror and so now I sit and wait for the villagers to come with their pitchforks but then, can I really let them find me? what of father? he is half angel too if I stay surely they will find out and I will have doomed him...I cant do that... and so it is with a sad heart I say that I must leave my home and not tell my father to where I depart. For his own safety he cannot know...I flee tonight