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Nov. 20th, 2001 09:02 pmFeeling sick
Yesterday I made Kayla choose between saving the life of her husband and saving the life of her daughter, then once she'd made the decision, switched it on her. Today, I murdered her daughter in front of her. I feel sick, and empty. Writing like this just totally drains me. Thank goodness I finished my english essay earlier this afternoon, or I'd not be able to get it done at all. I want to cry. Yeah, mostly I just want to curl up and cry, and maybe get some of these bottled up emotions that aren't even mine out of me.
Yesterday I made Kayla choose between saving the life of her husband and saving the life of her daughter, then once she'd made the decision, switched it on her. Today, I murdered her daughter in front of her. I feel sick, and empty. Writing like this just totally drains me. Thank goodness I finished my english essay earlier this afternoon, or I'd not be able to get it done at all. I want to cry. Yeah, mostly I just want to curl up and cry, and maybe get some of these bottled up emotions that aren't even mine out of me.
