The war is coming, and I will be ready.
My emotions are a reflection of my actions,
not the driver of them.
*sigh*
My blades are an extension of my hands, my hands are an extension of my will.
Though...you think I'd be getting ready by
training, or sharpening my blades, or,
you know, doing something other than sitting and
trying not to think about anything
which I'm totally screwing up and...pfleugh, alright,
starting over.
My mind is focused.
Real focused.
Like, reeeaaaally focused, you wouldn't believe
how focused I am.
Damn it! I lost it, okay, one more time.
*frustrated sigh*
I should've brought a book.
