DISCLAIMER:Lucas owns Starwars,we all know that.
Wish I did. I think this is based somewhere near the end of the
clone wars.

DARK NIGHT
JOURNEL ENTRY 02:45
I can't sleep anymore,the night air is closing in,becoming
clastraphobic. I have got to get away from this. I feel like I'm
stranded in a hot desert with no hope of survival. Where do I
go? I know myself its my own fault, I left myself with no way
out
I see it there on the chair.It's shiny metalic cylinder
taunting me. A reminder of what I was before. Most would
have destroyed it long ago but not me. When I constructed
my new lightsabre I decided I would keep my old light green
one .

Sometimes I regret that desicion especially on a night
like this. Maybe it should have been destroyed just like I
severed all my old ties with my old life. They had been upset
but I chose my own path,I needed my own rules. I wasn't cut
out to be a Jedi Knight.Well not their kind anyway...

I myself must admit I was surprised at Skywalker turning.
Vader I could never call him that, I never will. To me he's still
Skywalker.

One thing I never realised,never really understood.
I understand now. When Palpatine said he wanted all the Jedi
dead.I hadn't realised he meant ALL the Jedi not just the light.

I can hear footsteps echoing in the hall. I know Skywalker has
come for me but I will not die without a fight.

END OF ENTRY 03:02

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