Lisa: Today's narrative's going to be a little different, I'm going to see if you'all can pick up on it sly grin
Axel: I love fire
Zexion: not again…
Roxas: OW MY LEGS ON FIRE!!
Lisa: here we go again sigh
March 29th 2009
Well, I'm kinda new at this, I suppose. Ms. Ensuko said I should try writing my thoughts down. It's not easy; I have so many all at one time and can't put them all down on paper. But I guess, in the end, it'll work out. Zexy does this journal thing, Axel jokes about it being his diary every once in a while, Cloud yells at him quite a bit. I must say, I've come to love this place like my own home, well, when it had some semblance of sanity. Before it slipped off to chaos of course. So, I guess I'll try this the right way, I'm Demyx Itatchi, I'm 18, like the color blue and I'm a senior. I have some problems, I guess. Part of me doesn't like writing my thoughts down. What if someone read them? I mean, for example, pondering suicide and acting upon it are two different things. What if I wrote my musings, and someone put me in a ward. Society today, it just isn't right.
"Society corrupt today
to let a murderer get away,
give a rapist only eight years,
while the family's still in tears"
It doesn't make sense, the war, the heightening suicide rates, which, if I might add are up t the 11th leading cause of death in the US, at the moment, people don't know how to cope. Well, we're on the road right now, Cloud wanted to drive, something about a roadtrip, I don't know, but Zexy's been sleeping for a while. He's having a rough time. He doesn't let it show, but a lot's been getting to him, especially lately, and I feel so hopeless. Well, all I can do for now is keep watch, but at the moment, a nap doesn't sound that bad…
Demyx
Zexion: I love him so much, my angel
Lisa: Where Is he anyway?
Zexion: His grandma's house, for a visit
Lisa: old people, shudder