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Posted on 30 Mar 2015 @ 10:02pm by Lieutenant Prudence Devin Ph.D.

375 words; about a 2 minute read

Computer, start log.

This is becoming a bad habit, if you ask me. No, I have not forsaken my journal. How could I? It is what keeps me sane most evenings. But maybe the silence of my own quarters is what I need filling. So here I am. Sitting...as you can see. Maybe someone will listen to this one day. Maybe it will be a superior, a descended..who knows. Once day, I suppose it might just be deleted. Anyway. Here I am. And here it all is.

I am worried about people. I worry about Ellsworth. I worry about Oren. I worry about Drusilla. It is not senseless worry, it is the very real worry of knowing these people dance at the edge of the abyss. It's important I help them. And I want to help them beyond words. Ellsworth I want to either hug or slap. Oren...I want to take his hands and tell him that he is precious the way he is, that he shouldn't change his attitudes. And Drusilla? She needs help. Real help. I hope she takes it. She would...make a good mother, if she gets the right help. And if she doesn't want the child, it is her right and what is right for her. I wish I could help her, but I can't truly understand. I have never been in that situation.

There are other people too. Pieter. He...enters my mind. A lot. I value him as a friend. A true friend. He is one of the few people I have felt kinship with.

And maybe, just maybe I have checked out his arse once or twice. I mean, that man is built like...

Anyway. Doesn't matter. I clearly need to spend less time alone and more time busying myself with people. I just...if I sit here, alone, and just think, my mind races. There is so much I have not yet done. So much I need to do. I feel as if I am not going to...make it all. As if time is slipping away. I suppose that happens when you get older. You get impatient with yourself.

I might just need to meditate on that.

Computer, end log.

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