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Name is Patrick. Previously known as Earthbound Misfit. Just doing simple stories, trying to reach out with writing; to reach the writer inside.
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Dainslaith 08
VIII
Trueno, 03. Year since the Lost Kingdom 381.
To my records,
It seems I was not coming ill… It was all in my mind. I feel my mind, in part, breaking. My body seems to be reacting to this, as if my mind’s strength is not restoring by rest or meditation.
I don’t know if this is part of the training, to break me then build me. I may have bit off more than I can chew, but being here now, I cannot go back on this commitment.
With lately, I have become more swollen with melancholy. I don’t understand why I feel that. But I do, and this is a contributing factor to my mind. I cannot negotiate with myself, for something of hate is what I associate towards my reflection of myself.
Out of my call, I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up. I was given time to rest for a day, and instead of improving I got a bit worse.
