December 27th:
I only have 75 days left before I disappear from this world. Ever since that fateful day, when she arrived, I've had 151 days. Maybe I've miscounted. But oh well. In the end, it won't really matter. I'll disappear anyway. We all will. I hope it's not death on my part, and no harm on my friend's parts. But I can't imagine how I would disappear, or to where I would go. I sorta wish I knew. Then again, where would be the surprise?
I can no longer remember exactly what made me believe I'd disappear within a 151 day period. Maybe I wasn't meant to. Maybe it was destiny.
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December 28th:
I have only 74 days left before I must disappear.
I am running out of time.
But for now, I must sleep.
To embrace the darkness that lies deeply hidden within the guise of sweet slumber. It is because it fears consciousness, right? Or is it because it is simply easier to invade one's mind when it's at it's weakest?
Funny. I've always believed dreams made us stronger…is this reality?
Or not?
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December 31st:
I only have 71 days left.
And I'm growing anxious to disappear.
I looked outside my window again. I still do not understand why. There is nothing of importance out there. Is there? Maybe there is. But why don't I see it? Am I not allowed? Perhaps there is truly nothing.
I am not crazy. I am not crazy.
But will I become that way?
Would it be good to be crazy?
No, I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy.
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January 2nd:
I forgot for a while.
But now I remember.
I have 68 days left.
I never want to forget again.
My days are limited. They're to precious to be forgotten.
Please, forgive me.
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February 2nd:
I do not have any idea how much time I have left. I'm starting to believe, that, perhaps I have infinite time. Or do I? I wonder…
In a sense, do we have time? What is time? A limit? Those say that the sky is the limit.
How dare they.
How dare they claim the sky's the limit, when there are millions of worlds hanging over our heads, seemingly out of reach…
Back to time. Do we have it? Can one have it? Does it exist, or is it merely an abstract thought?
I'm troubled by this…
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March 16th:
I have time.
I want it.
I won't disappear. I won't disappear. I won't disappear.
I don't want to…
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March 29th:
I'm scared.
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This is a collection of journal entries I wrote some time ago, based off of a series of weird dreams I kept having…but they go perfectly with Roxas' whole 'I will disappear in 151 days' thing he has going on, so…yeah.