They call me the Hero With No Fear.
But it's all just a lie.
I have fear,just like everybody else. I'm afraid to lose the ones I love.
That's another problem,I love. Love is forbidden,for it is the path to the Dark Side.
I'm supposed to be the chosen one. The perfect Jedi. But I'm not.
Jedi don't have fear. I do. Jedi don't love. I do.
Jedi don't break the code,they listen and obey without second thought.
Does that mean that I'm not a true Jedi then?
I have problems with attachment. I get too attached to people and things.
I was attached to my mother,and she died. It was my fault.
I wasn't fast enough. I wasn't strong enough.
But I should be. I should be able to stop people from dying!
Everything's my fault. Everything.
My mother,Yaddle,Darra,everything.
I let them die. I could have done something.
But I didn't. And now they're dead.
I am the Chosen One.
The one who will bring balance to the Force.
If I wasn't so powerful,no one would care about me
Not even the Jedi Order.
Like it? I always think about how Anakin might feel,about everything. So I wrote this.