There comes a time when one is too tired to go on, and too tired to care.

I've reached the point when I'm tired of dealing with humans and all their petty ambitions. I swear I almost stood up and went over to the next cubicle and tear the throat out of someone. My fists were clenched hard, and I think a few who passed by me gave me strange looks.

I'm so apathetic I don't care about zilch. And I swear I will sic some stuff from hell on my colleague/s as well as on someone else. Bloody fuckers. And damn you Lucifer. Just bother me one more time and I'll make a journey to Hell and kick your ass. I hate the seventh month when all these are happening, though they're starting to quieten down.

Looking forward to Mabon and Samhain though. Two more months to the end of the year according to the Celtic Wheel. I can't wait for Samhain.

I miss you, my brother. *sighs* It's been so long, this brother I knew back in JC. He was the first I knew who held the same pain, the same darkness. And we drew together. Now, we're bonded by memories, and the same pain, the same darkness. When will it end, for him, for me? our paths lead not together, and frequently apart. But the bond...the bond is still strong.

Wind to thy wings, soul brother...