Alone. Pain. Sadness. Self-hatred. Hatred. Boredom. Alone.
I'm still in this nothingness. Time is passing, or at least I'm assuming it is. There's nothing to measure time with here. For all I know, what I think is five seconds, could really be three weeks where my body is. Or perhaps, what I think is an hour is really a second. I'm confused now. It's kinda hard not to be. This place radiates confusion. How did I get here? Why am I here? How long? Where am I? Am I here? I try not to think about those questions though. They're too difficult. I focus on what I can handle.
There isn't a lot to do here. Means my mind is free to wander. I'm not sure I like that. Contemplating the meaning of life is not one of my favored past times. Of course, this place, this darkness, puts a person into a reflective mood.
This place. That's a terrible thing to call where I am. But can you name nothingness? I wonder is area's of outer space have names. That's nothingness isn't it? No. There are stars in outer space. Oh well, I never did understand astronomy or the whole outer space unit much.
I wonder how Mokuba is. I hope no one was really watching that embarrassing duel with Pegasus. I suppose Yugi might have seen some of it, but once I start a duel, it's just me, the field and my opponent. I think that near the end I heard Yugi yelling at me. He was probably laughing at me. Not that I don't understand. The most logical course of action is to hate me. Let's see. What have I actually done to him? I almost killed his grandfather. I insulted him. I cheated, though for a good reason, on our second duel. I insulted and taunted him. I insulted and taunted his friends. Yep. He definitely hates me. Let's face it. If I'd done that to myself, I'd be out there right now planning my slow and very painful demise.
I guess that means I'm screwed. But if I'm screwed, whose going to help Mokuba? Will anyone bother? No, I suppose Yugi will. He seems to know and like Mokuba. But then Mokuba is extremely hard not to like. Well, at least Mokuba will be saved. As long as he is okay. If he's okay I can stay here and contemplate the world forever.
I guess my pride doesn't cover this. I just want Mokuba safe. If it means that my enemy has to help him, and I can't, then fine. I hate myself already. I'm a terrible brother and this all just proves it. I hope Mokuba forgives me. Even if I can't forgive myself. But perhaps Yugi will help me. Perhaps I will get another chance. Perhaps I can learn to be nicer. Perhaps.
Perhaps. Pain. Sadness. Self-hatred. Hatred. Boredom. Perhaps.
I'm still in this nothingness. Time is passing, or at least I'm assuming it is. There's nothing to measure time with here. For all I know, what I think is five seconds, could really be three weeks where my body is. Or perhaps, what I think is an hour is really a second. I'm confused now. It's kinda hard not to be. This place radiates confusion. How did I get here? Why am I here? How long? Where am I? Am I here? I try not to think about those questions though. They're too difficult. I focus on what I can handle.
There isn't a lot to do here. Means my mind is free to wander. I'm not sure I like that. Contemplating the meaning of life is not one of my favored past times. Of course, this place, this darkness, puts a person into a reflective mood.
This place. That's a terrible thing to call where I am. But can you name nothingness? I wonder is area's of outer space have names. That's nothingness isn't it? No. There are stars in outer space. Oh well, I never did understand astronomy or the whole outer space unit much.
I wonder how Mokuba is. I hope no one was really watching that embarrassing duel with Pegasus. I suppose Yugi might have seen some of it, but once I start a duel, it's just me, the field and my opponent. I think that near the end I heard Yugi yelling at me. He was probably laughing at me. Not that I don't understand. The most logical course of action is to hate me. Let's see. What have I actually done to him? I almost killed his grandfather. I insulted him. I cheated, though for a good reason, on our second duel. I insulted and taunted him. I insulted and taunted his friends. Yep. He definitely hates me. Let's face it. If I'd done that to myself, I'd be out there right now planning my slow and very painful demise.
I guess that means I'm screwed. But if I'm screwed, whose going to help Mokuba? Will anyone bother? No, I suppose Yugi will. He seems to know and like Mokuba. But then Mokuba is extremely hard not to like. Well, at least Mokuba will be saved. As long as he is okay. If he's okay I can stay here and contemplate the world forever.
I guess my pride doesn't cover this. I just want Mokuba safe. If it means that my enemy has to help him, and I can't, then fine. I hate myself already. I'm a terrible brother and this all just proves it. I hope Mokuba forgives me. Even if I can't forgive myself. But perhaps Yugi will help me. Perhaps I will get another chance. Perhaps I can learn to be nicer. Perhaps.
Perhaps. Pain. Sadness. Self-hatred. Hatred. Boredom. Perhaps.