Why is it that I don't post the answers in the next one? Hmmm...I had a reason once, and it had something to do with people who start reading after it's been posted awhile, but now it doesn't make sense anymore...I trust my soul, alas, so you'll just have to wait.

As a compromise, I will post the answers every five chapters. So the sixth will have the answers to the first five. Enjoy! By the way, I can't update every day, as my schedule is crap, and I have specific sleep needs...meaning, I fall asleep at my computer if I stay up past 10:00...

What is amnesia? Is it a disease...or is a wish, made on a midnight moon, with all of your heart?

Ha. I've got no reason to complain - I've got a good life, I've only lost one person, and I see her often enough. I know I've got it good. There are people out there who get raped, who watch their family die before them, who get AIDS. I'm so freaking lucky.

Yet still, I can't help but be melancholy. I've got to put up a happy face, be brave for my father, but it's hard sometimes. I promised myself I wouldn't feel sorry for myself, ever, seeing as my life is so charmed and everything. But sometimes I watch her, and I know she wants to know me, I know she wants to be my friend, yet I've got to follow father's orders.

I feel better now that I've told someone - like a lead weight's been lifted off my shoulders. It felt so good to cry for once, to pour it all out, to have someone's shoulder to rest on, someone who didn't recoil. My happy face is secure, for now.

I think I've been doing well, though. I trust myself. I trust others. I even trust her, and I don't blame anyone, even if I don't approve of the choice she made. I am happy, although sometimes when I'm not high off sugar, I do get a little sad, like I am now. But I'm coping. I hope she'll help others to do the same. I wish everyone could make the choices I hope they're strong enough to make, although I guess I'm being too idealistic.

Why am I this way? So many other of the zodiac have had such horrible things in their lives, like suicide and distrust, and yet I seem to be able to deal with my own trauma. Maybe it's because I can look at the world, I can see it through a child's eyes, and I can realize what I must do to survive this life. I can see a better outlook and take it upon myself. I understand.

And I hope all of you can, too, someday.

Extra hint: Read the last paragraph again...also note that this character is very similar to me.

Sorry it's so short, but it's hard to do one for this character.